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MANY  VOICES 


Carmina  Sanctorum,  Evangelistic 

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MANY  VOICES. 


Invocation. 


11.  12.  12.10. 
1  Which  was,  and  is,  and  is  to  come," — Rev. 


1 

i   Holy,  holy,  holy!  Lord  God  Almighty! 
Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall 
rise  to  Thee; 
Holy,  holy,  holy!  Merciful  and  Mighty! 
God  in  Three  Persons,  Blessed  Trinity! 

2  Holy,  holy,  holy!  all  the  saints  adore  Thee, 

Casting  down   their  golden  crowns  a- 

round  the  glassy  sea; 
Cherubim    and   seraphim    falling    down 

before  Thee,  [shalt  be. 

Which    wert,    and    art,  and   evermore 

3  Holy,  holy,  holy!    though  the  darkness 

hide  Thee, 
Though   the  eye   of  sinful  man  Thy 

glory  may  not  see,  [Thee, 

Only  Thou  art  Holy,  there  is  none  beside 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love,  and  purity. 

4  Holy,  holy,  holy!  Lord  God  Almighty! 

All  Thy  works  shall  praise  Thy  Name 
in  earth,  and  sky,  and  sea; 
Holy,  holy,  holy!  Lord  God  Almighty! 
God  in  Three  Persons,  Blessed  Trinity! 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783—182- 
(Si 


OPENING   HYMNS. 

5.5.5.6.  D. 

The  Might  and  Mercy  of  God. — Ps.  civ. 

O  worship  the  King, 

All  glorious  above; 
O  gratefully  sing 

His  power  and  His  love; 
Our  Shield  and  Defender, 

The  Ancient  of  days. 
Pavilioned  in  splendor. 

And  girded  with  praise. 
O  tell  of  His  might, 

O  sing  of  His  grace, 
Whose  robe  is  the  light, 

Whose  canopy  space; 
His  chariots  of  wrath 

The  thunder-clouds  form, 
And  dark  is  His  path 

On  the  wings  of  the  storm. 
Thy  bountiful  care 

What  tongue  can  recite? 
It  breathes  in  the  air, 

It  shines  in  the  light, 
It  streams  from  the  hills, 

It  descends  to  the  plain, 
And  sweetly  distils 

In  the  dew  and  the  rain. 
Frail  children  of  dust, 

And  feeble  as  frail, 
In  Thee  do  we  trust, 

Nor  find  Thee  to  fail : 
Thy  mercies  how  tender, 

How  firm  to  the  end, 
Our  Maker,  Defender, 

Redeemer,  and  Friend. 

Sir  Robert  Grant  (1788—1838),  1839.     Ab. 


OPENING   HYMNS.  5 

5.5.  5.  6.  D. 
"  Jesus,  our  Kifig." 

Ye  servants  of  God, 

Your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad 

His  wonderful  Name ; 
The  Name  all-victorious 

Of  Jesus  extol  ; 
His  Kingdom  is  glorious, 

And  rules  over  all. 
God  ruleth  on  high, 

Almighty  to  save : 
And  still  He  is  nigh  ; 

His  presence  we  have. 
The  great  congregation 

His  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation 

To  Jesus,  our  King. 
"  Salvation  to  God, 

Who  sits  on  the  throne/' 
Let  all  cry  aloud, 

And  honor  the  Son : 
The  praises  of  Jesus 

The  angels  proclaim, 
Fall  down  on  their  faces, 

And  worship  the  Lamb. 
.  Then  let  us  adore, 

And  give  Him  His  right, 
All  glory,  and  power, 

And  wisdom  and  might ; 
All  honor  and  blessing, 

With  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing, 

And  infinite  love. 

Rev   Charles  Wesley  (1708—1788),  1744      Al. 


OPENING   HYMNS. 

7.8,7.7. 
"Light  of  Light." 

Light  of  Light,  enlighten  me! 

Now  anew  the  day  is  dawning; 
Sun  of  grace,  the  shadows  flee, 

Brighten  Thou  my  Sabbath  morning: 
With  Thy  joyous  sunshine  blest, 
Happy  is  my  day  of  rest. 
Fount  of  all  our  joy  and  peace, 

To  Thy  living  waters  lead  me ; 
Thou  from  earth  my  soul  release, 

And  with  grace  and  mercy  feed  me  ; 
Bless  Thy  Word  that  it  may  prove 
Rich  in  fruits  that  Thou  dost  love. 
Kindle  Thou  the  sacrifice 

That  upon  my  lips  is  lying ; 
Clear  the  shadows  from  mine  eyes, 

That,  from  every  error  flying, 
No  strange  fire  may  in  me  glow 
That  Thine  altar  doth  not  know. 
Let  me  with  my  heart  to-day, 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  singing, 
Rapt  awhile  from  earth  away, 

All  my  soul  to  Thee  up-springing, 
Have  a  foretaste  inly  given, 
How  they  worship  Thee  in  Heaven. 
Rest  in  me  and  I  in  Thee, 

Build  a  paradise  within  me ; 
O  reveal  Thyself  to  me. 

Blessed  Love,  who  died'st  to  win  me  ; 
Fed  from  Thine  exhaustless  urn, 
Pure  and  bright  my  lain])  shall  burn. 
Hence  all  care,  all  vanity, 

For  the  day  to  God  is  holy  : 


OPENING    AND    CLOSING.  7 

Come,  thou  glorious  Majesty, 

Deign  to  fill  this  temple  lowly ; 
Naught  to-day  my  soul  shall  move, 
Simply  resting  in  Thy  love. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Schmolke  (1672 — 1737),  1704. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth  (1829— 1878),  1S58. 

5  8.7. 

Praise  from  the  tuJiole  Creation. — Ps.  cxlviii. 

i   Praise  the  Lord,  ye  Heavens,  adore  Him, 
Praise  Him,  angels,  in  the  height ; 
Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  Him  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  stars  of  light. 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  hath  spoken  ; 

Worlds  His  mighty  voice  obeyed ; 
Laws  which  never  shall  be  broken, 
For  their  guidance  He  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord,  for  He  is  glorious 

Never  shall  His  promise  fail ; 
God  hath  made  His  saints  victorious  ; 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation  ; 

Hosts  on  high,  His  power  proclaim  ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation, 
Laud  and  magnify  His  name. 

Rev.  John  Kempthorne  (1775 — 1838),  1809. 

6  8.7. 

God  is  Love. — 1  John  iv.  8. 

i  God  is  Love  ;  His  mercy  brightens 
All  the  path  in  which  we  rove  ; 
Bliss  He  wakes,  and  wToe  He  lightens : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever  ; 
Man  decays,  and  ages  move  ; 


8  OPENING    HYMNS. 

But  His  mercy  waneth  never  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  His  changeless  goodness  prove  ; 
From  the  mist  His  brightness  streameth  : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Everywhere  His  glory  shineth : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

Sir  John  Bowring  (1792 — 1872),  1825. 


8.  7. 
Praise  on  Earth  and  in  Heaven. — Rev.  iv.  11 


7 

i  Praise  to  Thee,  Thou  great  Creator, 
Praise  be  Thine  from  every  tongue ; 
Join,  my  soul,  with  every  creature, 
Join  the  universal  song. 

2  Father,  Source  of  all  compassion, 

Pure  unbounded  grace  is  Thine  : 
Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation, 
Praise  Him  for  His  love  divine. 

3  For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 

For  the  richest  gifts  bestowed, 
Sound  His  praise  thro'  earth  and  Heaven, 
Sound  Jehovah's  praise  aloud. 

4  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  Him, 

Till  in  Heaven  our  song  we  raise  ; 
There,  enraptured  fall  before  Him, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

Rev.  John  Fawcett  (1739 — l%l7)>  ^1^1-     Alt. 


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OPENING    HYMNS.  9 

7.  D. 
Christ  in  Glory, 

Praisk  to  God  who  reigns  above, 
Binding  earth  and  Heaven  in  love  : 
All  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Worship  His  dread  sovereignty. 
Seraphim  His  praises  sing, 
Cherubim  on  fourfold  wing, 
Thrones,  dominions,  princes,  powers, 
Ranks  of  might  that  never  cowers. 

Angel  hosts  His  word  fulfil, 
Ruling  nature  by  His  will  ; 
Round  His  throne  archangels  pour 
Songs  of  praise  for  evermore. 
Yet  on  man  they  joy  to  wait, 
All  that  bright  celestial  state  ; 
For  true  man  their  Lord  they  see, 
Christ,  th'  incarnate  Deity. 

On  the  throne  our  Lord,  who  died, 
Sits  in  manhood  glorified  ; 
Where  His  people  faint  below, 
Angels  count  it  joy  to  go. 
O  the  depths  of  joy  divine, 
Thrilling  through  those  orders  nine, 
When  the  lost  are  found  again, 
When  the  banished  come  to  reign. 

Rev.  Richard  Meux  Benson,  1861.     Ab. 

\  7.  D. 

/  Thrice  Holy. — Is.  vi,  3. 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord ! 

God  of  Hosts!  When  Heaven  and  earth, 
Out  of  darkness,  at  Thy  word, 

Issued  into  glorious  birth, 


>  OPENING   HYMNS. 

All  Thy  works  before  Thee  stood, 
And  Thine  eye  beheld  them  good, 
While  they  sang  with  sweet  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  ! 

Holy,  holy,  holy  !  Thee, 

One  Jehovah  evermore, 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  we, 

Dust  and  ashes,  would  adore  ; 
Lightly  by  the  world  esteemed, 
From  that  world  by  Thee  redeemed, 
Sing  we  here,  with  glad  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  ! 

Holy,  holy,  holy !  All 

Heaven's  triumphant  choir  shall  sing, 
When  the  ransomed  nations  fall 

At  the  footstool  of  their  King : 
Then  shall  saints  and  seraphim, 
Hearts  and  voices,  swell  one  hymn, 
Round  the  throne  with  full  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord ! 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1836,  1853. 


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8.  7.4. 
*' Speak,  for  Thy  servant  lieareth." — 1  Sam.  iii,  10. 

In  Thy  Name,  O  Lord,  assembling, 
We,  Thy  people,  now  draw  near  : 

Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling; 
Speak,  and  let  Thy  servants  hear, 

Hear  with  meekness, 
Hear  Thy  word  with  godly  fear. 


OPENING    AND    CLOSING.  I  I 

While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthened, 
May  we  give  them,  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 

Cheered  by  hope,  and  daily  strengthened, 
May  we  run,  nor  wear}'  be, 

Till  Thy  glory 
Without  clouds  in  Heaven  we  see. 

There  in  worship  purer,  sweeter, 
Thee  Thy  people  shall  adore ; 

Tasting  of  enjoyment  greater 

Far  than  thought  conceived  before  ; 

Full  enjoyment, 
Full,  unmixed,  and  evermore. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly  (1769 — 1855),  1S15. 


8.  7.4. 
Dismission. 


11 

i  Lord,  dimiss  us  with  Thy  blessing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  and  peace; 
Let  us  now,  Thy  love  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  : 
O  refresh  us, 
Travelling  through  this  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  Thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound  : 
May  the  fruits  of  Thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 

May  Thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal's  given 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 
Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  Heaven, 

Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 
May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day. 

Rev.  John  Fawcett  (1739 — 1817), 


12  OPENING    HYMNS. 

1*  L.  M.    6L. 

Xhi  "Unto  the  Lord.""— Rolf,  xiv,  8. 

i  When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies, 
The  morning  light  salutes  mine  eyes, 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness  Divine, 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine  : 
Chase  the  dark  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  And  when  to  Heaven's  all-glorious  King 
My  morning  sacrifice  I  bring, 

And,  mourning  o'er  my  guilt  and  shame, 
Ask  mercy  in  my  Saviour's  Name, 
Then,  Jesus,  cleanse  me  with  Thy  blood, 
And  be  my  advocate  with  God. 

3  When  each  day's  scenes  and  labors  close, 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 
With  pardoning  mercy  richly  blest, 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest ; 
And  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 

O  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies. 

4  And  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  done, 
Jesus,  Thy  Heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed  ; 
And  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise. 
To  see  Thy  face,  and  sing  Thy  praise. 

William  Shrubsole,  Jr.  (1759 — 1829),  1813,     Ab.  and  ait. 


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6.  6   4.  6.  6.  6.  4. 

1'lic  Trinity  invoked. 


i  Come,  Thou  Almighty  King, 
Help  us  Thy  Name  to  sing, 
Help  us  to  praise  : 


OPENING   HYMNS.  1 3 

Father  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  days. 

:  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise; 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

And  make  them  fall ; 
Let  Thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made  ; 
Our  souls  on  Thee  be  stayed : 

Lord,  hear  our  call. 

Come,  Thou  Incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  Thy  mighty  sword, 

Our  prayer  attend  : 
Come,  and  Thy  people  bless, 
And  give  Thy  Word  success  : 
Spirit  of  Holiness, 

On  us  descend. 

Come,  Holy  Comforter, 
Thv  sacred  witness  bear 

In  this  glad  hour  : 
Thou  who  Almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  Power. 

To  the  great  One  and  Three 
Eternal  praises  be 

Hence,  evermore. 
His  Sovereign  Majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708—  17S8),  1757. 


14  OPENING   HYMNS. 

HL.  M. 
''''Christ  always  with  His  people.   ' 

i  Jksus,  where'er  Thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  Thy  Mercy-seat  ; 
Where'er  they  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  found, 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 

2  For  Thou,  within  no  wralls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind  ; 

Such  ever  bring  Thee  where  they  come, 
And,  going,  take  Thee  to  their  home. 

3  Dear  Shepherd  of  Thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew  ; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  Thy  saving  Name. 

4  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer 
To  strengthen  faith,  and  sweeten  care, 
To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 

And  bring  all  Heaven  before  our  eyes, 

5  Lord,  we  are  few,  but  Thou  art  near  ; 
Nor  short  Thine  arm,  nor  deaf  Thine  ear: 
O  rend  the  heavens,  come  quickly  down, 
And  make  a  thousand  hearts  Thine  own. 

William  Cowper  (1731 — 1800),  1760.     Ab. 


L.  M. 
''Jam  luci's  or  to  side  re.' 


15 

1  Whilk  now  the  daylight  fills  the  sky, 
We  lift  our  hearts  to  God  on  high, 
That  He,  in  all  we  do  or  say, 
Would  keep  us  free  from  harm  to-day. 


OPENING    AND    CLOSING.  1 5 

2  So  when  the  daylight  leaves  the  sky, 
And  night'sdarkhours  once  morearenigh, 
May  we,  unsoiled  by  sinful  stain, 
Sing  glory  to  our  God  again. 

Ambrose  of  Milan  (340—397). 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818—1866),  Ab.  and  alt. 

XU  The  Love  of  God  shed  abroad  in  the  Heart. — Eph.  iii.  16. 

i   Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell,  , 
By  faith  and  love,  in  every  breast ; 
Then  shall  w^e  know,  and  taste,  and  feel, 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  exprest. 

2  Come, fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength; 

Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the  height  and   breadth  and 
Of  Thine  immeasurable  grace,  [length 

3  Now  to  the  God,  whose  power  can  do 

More  than  our  thoughts  or  wishes  know, 
Be  everlasting  honors  done, 

By  all  the  church,  thro'  Christ,  His  Son. 

Rev.  Isaac  Walts  (1674 — 1748),  1709. 

nL.  M.      ..      (Abridged  form.) 
"Gott  ist gegenwartig  '   O  /asset  uns  anbeten" 

i   Lo,  God  is  here  :  let  us  adore, 

And  own  how  dreadful  is  this  place ; 
Let  all  within  us  feel  His  powrer, 
And  silent  bow  before  His  face. 

2  Lo,  God  is  here :  Him  day  and  night 

United  choirs  of  angels  sing; 
To  Him,  enthroned  above  all  height. 
Let  saints  their  humble  worship  bring. 

3  Lord  God  of  hosts,  O  may  our  praise 

Thv  courts  with  grateful  incense  fill  ; 


1 6  OPENING   AND    CLOSING. 

Still  may  we  stand  before  Thy  face, 
Still  hear  and  do  Thy  sovereign  will. 

Gerhard  Tersteegen  (1697 — 1769),  17 31. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley  (1703 — 1791),  1739.     Ab.  and  alt. 


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S.  M. 
''Ask  ivhat  I  shall  give  thee" — 1  Kings  iii.  5. 

i  Behold  the  throne  of  grace  ! 
The  promise  calls  me  near  ; 
There  Jesus  shows  a  smiling  face, 
And  waits  to  answer  prayer. 

2  My  soul,  ask  what  thou  wilt, 

Thou  canst  not  be  too  bold ; 
Since  His  own  blood  for  thee  He  split, 
What  else  can  He  withhold  ? 

3  Thine  image,  Lord,  bestow, 

Thy  presence  and  Thy  love  ; 
I  ask  to  serve  Thee  here  below, 
And  reign  with  Thee  above. 

4  Teach  me  to  live  by  faith, 

Conform  my  will  to  Thine, 
Let  me  victorious  be  in  death, 
And  then  in  glory  shine. 

Rev.  John  Newton  (1725 — 1807),  1779.     Ab. 

S.  M. 
Importunity  in  prayer. — Luke  xviii.  1-7. 

Our  Lord,  who  knows  full  well 

The  heart  of  every  saint, 
Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 

To  pray,  and  never  faint. 

He  bows  His  gracious  car, 

We  never  plead  in  vain  ; 
Yet  we  must  wait  till  He  appear, 

And  pray,  and  pray  again. 


OPENING    HYMNS.  I  7 

3  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry  ; 
And  though  He  may  a  while  forbear, 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 

4  Then  let  us  earnest  be, 

And  never  faint  in  prayer  ; 
He  loves  our  importunity, 

And  makes  our  cause  His  care- 

Rev.  John  Newton  (1725 — 1807),  1779.     Ab.  and  alt. 

*r\  s.m. 

k^V  "Sweet  is  the  Work." 

i  Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord, 
Thy  glorious  acts  to  sing, 
To  praise  Thy  Name,  and  hear  thy  Word, 
And  grateful  off 'rings  bring. 

2  Sweet,  at  the  dawning  light, 

Thy  boundless  love  to  tell  ; 
And,  when  approach  the  shades  of  night, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dw7ell. 

3  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join  in  heart  and  voice 
With  those  wrho  love  and  serve  Thee  best, 
And  in  Thy  Name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 

Be  every  Sabbath  given, 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 
Eternally  in  Heaven. 

Miss  Harriet  Auber  (1773 — 1862),  1820.     Alt. 

«1  S.  M. 

wl  Glory  begun. 

1  Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  our  joys  be  known  : 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 


!5  opening  hymns. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

That  never  knew  our  God  ; 
But  favorites  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below  ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry ; 
We're  marching  thro'  Immanuel  s  ground 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674— 1748),  1709.     Ad- 
22  The  Sabbath  given  to  our  Fathers.-Ys.  lxxxi. 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord,  our  Might, 

With  holy  fervor  sing  ; 
Let  hearts  and  instruments  unite 
To  praise  our  heavenly  King- 

2  This  is  His  holy  house, 

And  this  His  festal  day, 
When  He  accepts  the  humblest  vows 
That  we  sincerely  pay. 

3  The  Sabbath  to  our  sires 

In  mercy  first  was  given  ; 
The  Church  her  Sabbaths  still  requires 
To  speed  her  on  to  Heaven. 


CLOSING    HYMNS.  1 9 

We  still,  like  them  of  old, 

Are  in  the  wilderness  ; 
And  God  is  still  as  near  His  fold, 

To  pity  and  to  bless, 

Then  let  us  open  wide 

Our  hearts  for  Him  to  fill ; 
And  He  that  Israel  then  supplied, 

Will  help  His  Israel  still. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1847),  z834» 


7. 
Asking  of  God, — 1   Kings  iii.  5. 


23 

1  Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring. 

2  With  my  burden  I  begin, 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
Let  Thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

3  Lord,  I  come  to  Thee  for  rest, 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 

There  Thy  bood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

4  While  I  am  a  pilgrim  here. 
Let  Thy  love  my  spirit  cheer  ; 

As  my  Guide,  my  Guard,  My  Friend, 
Lead  me  to  my  journey's  end. 

5  Show  me  what  I  have  to  do, 
Every  hour  my  strength  renew  ; 
Let  me  live  a  life  of  faith, 

Let  me  die  Thy  people's  death. 

Rev.  John  Newton  (1725 — 1S07),  1779.     Ab. 


24 


OPENING    AND    CLOSING. 

7. 

The  fading  LigJit. 


i  Softly  now  the  light  of  day 
Fades  upon  my  sight  away ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  Thee. 

2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 
Naught  escapes,  without,  within, 
Pardon  each  infirmity, 

Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away  : 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
Take  me,  Lord,  to  dwell  with  Thee. 

4  Thou  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 
All  of  man's  infirmity; 

Then,  from  Thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 

Bp.  George  Washington  Doane  (1799 — 1859),  1824. 


7. 
For  the  coming  week. — Ps.  lxxiii.  24. 


25 

1  Through  the  passing  of  the  week, 
Father,  we  Th}^  presence  seek  : 
'Midst  this  world's  deceitful  maze 
Keep  us,  Lord,  in  all  our  ways. 

2  O,  what  snares  our  path  beset  ! 
O,  what  cares  our  spirits  fret ! 
Let  no  earthly  thing,  we  pray, 
Draw  our  souls  from  Thee  away. 

3  Thou  hast  set  our  daily  task, 

Grace  and  strength  from  Thee  we  ask  ; 
Thou  our  joys  and  griefs  dost  send, 
To  Thy  will  our  spirits  bend. 


26 


OPENING    HYMNS.  21 

Still  in  duty's  lowly  round 
Be  our  patient  footsteps  found  : 
With  Thy  counsel  guide  us  here, 
Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

Bp.  "William  Walsham  How  (1823—        ),  1872.     Ab. 


Seeking  after  God. — Jer.  xxix,  13. 

Lord,  we  come  before  Thee  now, 
At  Thy  feet  we  humbly  bow  ; 
Oh  do  not  our  suit  disdain, 
Shall  we  seek  Thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 


2  Lord,  on  Thee  our  souls  depend, 
In  compassion,  now  descend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  Thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  Thy  praise. 

3  In  Thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  Thee,  here  we  stay  : 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  Thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  Thy  word, 
That  ma}'  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  Thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 


Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free, 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  Thee. 

Rev.  William  Hammond  (         — 17%3),  !745.     Ab. 


22  OPENING    HYMNS. 

fsm  8.  5.8.  5.8.4   3. 

k^  |  Praise  above,  below.   Ri£v.  iv.  n. 

i  Angel  voices,  ever  singing 

Round  Thy  throne  of  light— 
Angel  harps,  forever  ringing, 

Rest  not  day  nor  night 
Thousands  only  live  to  bless  Thee, 
And  confess  Thee, 
Lord  of  might  ! 


Thou,  Who  art  beyond  the  farthest 

Mortal  eye  can  scan, 
Can  it  be  that  Thou  regardest 

Songs  of  sinful  man  ? 
Can  we  feel  that  Thou  art  near  us, 

And  wilt  hear  us  ? 
Yea,  we  can. 

Yea,  we  know  Thy  love  rejoices 
O'er  each  work  of  Thine  ; 

Thou  didst  ears  and  hands  and  voices 
For  thy  praise  combine  ; 

Craftman's  art  and  music's  measure 
For  Thy  pleasure 
Didst  design. 

Here,  Great  God,  to-day  we  offer 

Of  Thine  own  to  Thee  ; 
And  for  Thine  acceptance  proffer, 

All  unworthily, 
Hearts  and  minds,  and  hands  and  voices, 

In  our  choicest 
Melody, 


OPENING  AND  CLOSING.  2$ 

Honor,  glory,  might  and  merit, 

Thine  shall  ever  be, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit, 

Blessed  Trinity  ! 
Of  the  best  that  Thou  hast  given 

Earth  and  Heaven 
Render  Thee. 

Rev.  Francis  Pott.  (1832—         )*  1861. 


L.  M. 
The  Lord  watch  between  us.   Gen.  xxxi.  49. 


28 

i  God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again  ; 
By  His  counsels,  guide,  uphold  you. 
With  His  sheep  securely  fold  you, 
God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

Till  we  meet,  Till  we  meet, 
Till  we  meet  at  Jesus'  feet  ; 

Till  we  meet,  Till  we  meet, 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. 

2  God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 
'Neath  His  wings  securely  hide  you  ; 
Daily  manna  still  divide  you, 

God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. -Cho. 

3  God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 
When  life's  perils  thick  confound  you  , 
Put  His  arms  unfailing  round  you, 
God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again. -Cho. 

4  God  be  with  you  till  we  meet  again, 
Keep  love's  banner  floating  o'er  you, 
Smite  death's  threatening  wave  before  you, 
God  be  with  vou  till  we  meet  again. -Cho. 

Rct.  J.  K.  Rankin. 


24  MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

9Q  L.  M. 

falw  Morning  Hymn. 

i  Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Wake,  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who,  all  night  long,  unwearied  sing 
High  praise  to  the  eternal  King. 

3  All  praise  to  Thee  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  whilst  I  slept ; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wake, 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

4  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  Thee  renew  ; 
Disperse  my  sins  as  morning  dew  ; 
Guide  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  Thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say  : 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  Thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

Bp.  Thomas   Ken  (1637 — 1711),  1697,  1709.     Ab. 

QA  L.   M. 

^  \J  Even  1  ftg  Hytn  n . 

i   All  praise  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light  : 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  Thine  own  almighty  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  Thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done  ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  Thee 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 


MORNING   AND    EVENING.  25 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed  ; 

To  die,  that  this  vile  body  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  day. 

4  O  may  my  soul  on  Thee  repose, 

And  may  sweet  sleep  my  eyelids  close  ; 
Sleep,  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make, 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  When  in  the  night  I  sleepless  lie, 

My  soul  with  heavenly  thoughts  supply, 
Let  no  ill  dreams  disturb  my  rest, 
No  powers  of  darkness  me  molest. 

6  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  ; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  Heavenly  host  ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Bp,  Thomas  Ken.      1697,  1709.     Ab. 

01  L.   M 

OX  "Splendor  pater hcp  gloria?* 

i  O  Jesus,  Lord  of  light  and  grace, 
Thou  brightness  of  the  Father's  face, 
Thou  fountain  of  eternal  light, 
Whose  beams  disperse  the  shades  of  night. 

2  Come,  Holy  Sun  of  heavenly  love, 
Come  in  Thy  radiance  from  above, 
And  to  our  inward  hearts  convey 
The  Holy  Spirit's  cloudless  ray. 

3  May  He  our  actions  deign  to  bless, 
And  loose  the  bonds  of  wickedness  ; 


26  MORNING   AND    EVENING. 

From  sudden  falls  our  feet  defend, 
And  guide  us  safely  to  the  end. 
4  O  hallowed  thus  be  every  day  ; 
Let  meekness  be  our  morning  ray, 
Our  faith  like  noontide  splendor  glow, 
Our  souls  the  twilight  never  know. 

•Ambrose  of  Milan  (340 — 397). 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Chandler  (i3o6— 1676),  1837.     Ab.  and  alt. 
QO  L.    M. 

Otal  "Abide  with  11s." — Luke  xxiv.  29. 

i  Sun  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  Thou  be  near  : 
O  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  Thee  from  Thy  servant's  eyes. 

2  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  Thee  I  cannot  live  ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  Thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  Thine 
Have  spurned,  to-day,  the  voice  divine  ; 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin  ; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

5  Watch  by  the  sick  ;  enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  Thy  boundless  store  ; 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night, 
Like  infant's  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 

6  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take  : 
Till,  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  love, 

We  lose  ourselves  in  Heaven  above. 

Rev.  John  Ki-ble  (i7y2  — 1866),  18C7.     Ab. 


MORNING   AND    EVENING.  27 

on  L.  M. 

QQ  Evening  Praise  and  Prayer. —  Ps.  iv. 

i   Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on, 

Thus  far  His  power  prolongs  my  days  ; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  His  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  He  forgives  my  follies  past,     [come. 
And   gives   me    strength   for   days   to 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head, 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed, 

4  Faith  in  His  Name  forbids  ray  fear  ; 

O  may  Thy  presence  ne'er  depart  ; 
And,  in  the  morning,  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  Thy  heart. 

5  Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground  ; 
And  wait  Thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in*  the  sound. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709.     Ab. 
^"~±  Evening  Blessing. 

i  Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing, 
Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing, 

Thou  canst  save,  and  Thou  canst  heal. 

2  Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrow  past  us  fly, 
Angel-guards  from  Thee  surround  us, 
We  are  safe,  if  Thou  art  nigh. 

3  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  Thee  : 


28  EVENING. 

Thou  art  He  who,  never  weary, 
Watchest  where  Thy  people  be. 

4  Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 
And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  Heaven  awake  us, 
Clad  in  light  and  deathless  bloom. 

James  Ecimeston  (1791 — 1867),  1820. 

qc  .8-  7. 

Jj  Evening  Shadows. 

i  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour, 
For  the  day  is  passing  by  ; 
See,  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 
And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh. 

2  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows, 

Paler  now  the  glowing  west ; 
Swift  the  night  of  death  advances  ; 
Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest? 

3  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying, 

Lord,  I  cast  myself  on  Thee  ; 
Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness  ; 
While  I  sleep,  still  watch  by  me. 

4  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour  ; 

Lay  my  head  upon  Thy  breast 
Till  the  morning,  then  awake  me  : 
Morning  of  eternal  rest. 

Mrs.  Caroline  Sprague  Smith  (1827—         ),  1855.     Ab. 

op  a  7. 

JIJ  An  Evening  Prayer. 

i  Hear  my  prayer,  O  Heavenly  Father, 
Ere  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep  : 
Bid  Thine  angels,  pure  and  holy, 
Ronnd  my  bed  their  vigil  keep. 

2  Great  my  sins  are,  but  Thy  mercy 
Far  outweighs  them  every  one  ; 


EVENING.  29 

Down  before  Thy  cross  I  cast  them, 
Trusting  in  Thy  help  alcne. 

3  Keep  me,  through  this  night  of  peril, 

Underneath  its  boundless  shade  ; 
Take  me  to  Thy  rest,  I  pray  Thee, 
When  ray  pilgrimage  is  made. 

4  Xone  shall  measure  out  Thy  patience 

By  the  span  of  human  thought ; 
Xone  shall  bound  the  tender  mercies 
Which  Thy  holy  Son  has  brought. 

5  Pardon  all  my  past  transgressions  ; 

Give  me  strength  for  days  to  come  ; 
Guide  and  guard  me  with  Thy  blessing, 
Till  Thine  angels  bid  me  home. 

Miss  Harriet  Parr,  1856.     SI.  alt. 

OF7  11,11,11,5. 

J  /      "  The.  Darkness  and  the  Light  are  both  alike  to  Thee.  " 

1  Now  God   be  with  us,  for  the  night   is 

closing : 
The    light    and    darkness    are    of    His 

disposing, 
And  'neath  His  shadow  here  to  rest  we 

yield  us, 

For  He  will  shield  us. 

2  Let  evil  thoughts  and  spirits  flee  before  us ; 
Till  morning  cometh,  watch,  O    Master, 

o'er  us  ; 
In  soul  and  body  Thou  from  harm  defend 

us, 

Thine  angels  send  us. 
\  We  have  no  refuge  ;  none  on  earth  to  aid 

us, 
Save  Thee,  O  Father,  who  Thine  own  hast 

made  us  ; 


30  EVENING. 

But  Thy  dear  presence  will  not  leave  them 
lonely 
Who  seek  Thee  only. 

4  Father,  Thy  Name  be  praised,  Thy  King- 
dom given, 

Thy  will  be  done  on  earth  as  'tis  in 
Heaven, 

Keep  us  in  life,  forgive  our  sins,  deliver 
Us  now  and  ever. 

"Bohemian  Brethren  Collection/'  1531. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth  (1829 — 1878),  1863.     Ab. 

OQ  10. 

wU  " Fast  falls  the  Eventide,''' 

i  Abide  with  me  :  fast  falls  the  eventide  ; 
The  darkness  deepens  ;    Lord,  with    me 

abide  ; 
When  other  helpers   fail,    and   comforts 

flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  O  abide  with  me. 

2  Swift    to  its  close  ebbs  out    life's  little 

day  ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,   its  glories  pass 

away  ; 
Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I  see  ; 
O  Thou,  who  changest  not,   abide  with 

me. 

3  I  need  Thy  presence  every  passing  hour  : 
What  but  Thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter's 

power  ? 
Who  like  Thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can 

be? 
Through   cloud   and    sunshine,   O   abide 

with  me. 


EVENING.  31 

4  I  fear  no  foe,  with  Thee  at  hand  to  bless  ; 
Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bitter- 
ness ; 

Where  is  death's  sting  ?  where,  grave,  thy 

victory  ? 
I  triumph  still,  if  Thou  abide  with  me. 

5  Hold  Thou  Thy  cross  before  my  closing 

eyes  ; 
Shine  through  the  gloom  and  point  me  to 

the  skies  ; 
Heaven's   morning   breaks,    and   earth's 

vain  shadows  flee  ; 
In  life,  in  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with  me. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1847),  1847.     Ab, 


Ow  Sunset  Prayer. — .Mark  i.  32. 

i  At  even,  ere  the  sun  was  set, 

The  sick,  O  Lord,  around  Thee  lay  ; 
O  in  what  divers  pains  they  met, 

O  with  what  joy  they  went  away. 
Once  more  'tis  eventide,  and  we, 

Oppressed  with  various  ills,  draw  near  : 
What  if  Thy  form  we  cannot  see  ? 

We  know  and  feel  that  Thou  art  here. 

2  O  Saviour  Christ,  our  woes  dispel, 

For  some  are  sick,  and  some  are  sad, 
And  some  have  never  loved  Thee  well, 

And  some  have  lost  the  love  they  had  ; 
And  none,  O  Lord,  have  perfect  rest, 

For  none  are  wholly  free  from  sin  : 
And  they  who  fain  would  serve  Thee  best, 

Are  conscious  most  of  wron£  within. 


32  EVENING. 

3  O  Saviour  Christ,  Thou  too  art  Man  ; 

Thou  hast  been  troubled, tempted, tried; 
Thy  kind  but  searching  glance  can  scan 

The  very  wounds  that  shamewould  hide; 
Thy  touch  has  still  its  ancient  power, 

No  word  from  Thee  can  fruitless  fall ; 
Hear  in  this  solemn  evening  hour, 

And  in  Thy  mercy  heal  us  all. 

Rev.  Henry  T wells  (1823—         ),  i863.     Ab. 
TJ"y  At  Home  with  God  everywhere. 

i  My  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content, 
I  pass  my  years  of  banishment : 
Where'er  I  dwell,  I  dwell  with  Thee, 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 
To  me  remains  nor  place,  nor  time ; 
My  country  is  in  every  clime  : 
I  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

2  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none  ; 
But  with  a  God  to  guide  our  way, 
'Tis  equal  joy,  to  go  or  stay. 
Could  I  be  cast  where  Thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  I  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 

Madame  J.  B.  de  la  Motte  Guyon  (1648— 171 7),  1702. 
Tr.  by  William  Cowper  (1731 — 1800),  1782.     Ab.  and  alt. 

A1  7'  61' 

TfcA  Evening  Hymn. 

i   Father,  by  Thy  love  and  power, 
Comes  again  the  evening  hour  ; 


EVENING.  33 

Mght  has  vanished,  labors  cease, 
Weary  creatures  rest  in  peace  : 
We  to  Thee  ourselves  resign, 
Let  our  latest  thoughts  be  Thine. 

2  Saviour,  to  Thy  Father  bear 
This  our  feeble  evening  prayer  ; 
Thou  hast  seen  how  oft  to  day 
We,  like  sheep,  have  gone  astray  ; 
Blessed  Saviour,  we,  through  Thee, 
Pray  that  we  may  pardoned  be. 

3  Holy  Spirit,   Breath  of  balm, 
Fali  on  us  in  evening's  calm  ; 
Yet  awhile,  before  we  sleep, 
We  with  Thee  will  vigil  keep. 
Melt  our  spirits,  mould  our  will, 
Soften,  strengthen,  comfort  still. 

4  Blessed  Trinity,  be  near 

Through  the  hours  of  darkness  drear  ; 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Round  us  set  th' angelic  host, 
Till  the  flood  of  morning  rays 
Wake  us  to  a  song  of  praise. 

Prof.  Joseph  Anstice  (1S08 — 1836),  1836.     Ab.  and  alt. 
*XZ  "Thy  Word  of  Peaces 

i  Saviour, again  to  Thy  dear  name  we  raise, 
With    one    accord,  our  parting  hymn  of 

praise  ; 
We  rise  to  bless  Thee  ere  our   worship 

cease, 
Then,  lowly  kneeling,  wait  Thy  word  of 

peace. 


34  EVENING. 

2  Grant  us  Thy  peace  upon  our  homeward 

way  ; 
With  Thee  began,  with  Thee  shall  end 

the  day  ; 
Guard  Thou  the  lips  from  sin,  the  hearts 

from  shame, 
That  in  this  house  have  called  upon  Thy 

Name. 


3  Grant  us  thy  peace,   Lord,   through  the 
coming  night ; 
Turn  Thou  for  us  its  darkness  into  light: 
From  harm  and  danger  keep  Thy  chil- 
dren free  : 
Darkness   and   light   are   both    alike    to 
Thee. 


4  Grant  us  Thy  peace  throughout  our  earth- 
ly life, 

Our  balm  in  sorrow,  and  our  stay  in  strife  ; 

Then,  when  Thy  voice  shall  bid  our  con- 
flict cease, 

Call  us,  O  Lord,  to  Thine  eternal  peace. 

Rev.  John  Ellerton  (1826—         ),  1868. 


Tf  3  ltTkM  Day  of  'holy  Rest. ' ' 

i  Again  returns  the  day  of  holy  rest, 
Which,  when  He  made  the  world  Jehovah 

blest, 
When,  like  His  own,  He  bade  our  labors 

cease, 
And  all  be  piety,  and  all  be  peace. 


EVENING    AND    MORNING.  35 

2  Let  us  devote  this  consecrated  day 

To  learn  His  will,  and  all  we  learn  obey  ; 
So  shall  He  hear,  when  fervently  we  raise 
Our  supplications  and  our  songs  of  praise. 

3  Father  of   Heaven,   in  whom  our  hopes 

confide, 

Whose  power  defends  us,  and  whose  pre- 
cepts guide, 

In  life  our  Guardian,  and  in  death  our 
Friend, 

Glory  supreme  be  Thine,  till  time  shall 
end. 

Rev.  William  Mason  (1725 — 1797),  1811. 

A  A  7.6.  D. 

JkX  "  The  Day  which  the  Lord  hath  made." — Ps.  cxviii.  24. 

i   O  day  of  rest  and  gladness, 

O  day  of  joy  and  light, 
O  balm  of  care  and  sadness, 

Most  beautiful,  most  bright : 
On  thee,  the  high  and  lowly, 

Through  ages  joined  in  tune, 
Sing  "Holy,  holy,  holy," 

To  the  Great  God  Triune. 

2  On  thee,  at  the  creation, 

The  light  first  had  its  birth  ; 
On  thee,  for  our  salvation, 

Christ  rose  from  depths  of  earth  ; 
On  thee  our  Lord,  victorious, 

The  Spirit  sent  from  Heaven, 
And  thus  on  thee,  most  glorious, 

A  triple  light  was  given. 

3  To-day  on  weary  nations 

The  heavenly  manna  falls  ; 


36  THE    LORD'S    DAY. 

To  holy  convocations 

The  silver  trumpet  calls, 
Where  gospel  light  is  glowing 

With  pure  and  radiant  beams 
And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 

4  New  graces  ever  gaining 

From  this  our  day  of  rest, 
We  reach  the  rest  remaining 

To  spirits  of  the  blest ; 
To  Holy  Ghost  be  praises, 

To  Father,  and  to  Son  ; 
The  Church  her  voice  upraises 

To  thee,  blest  Three  in  One. 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth  (1807— 1885),  l862-     Ab-  and  alt 


45 


7.6.  D. 

'  Ai>  craTdcreu><;  17  ju.epa 

The  Day  of  Resurrection, 

Earth,  tell  it  out  abroad  : 
The  passover  of  gladness, 

The  passover  of  God. 
From  death  to  life  eternal, 

From  earth  unto  the  sky, 
Our  Christ  hath  brought  us  over, 

With  hymns  of  victory. 

Our  hearts  be  pure  from  evil, 

That  we  may  see  arigjit 
The  Lord  in  rays  eternal 

Of  resurrection -light ; 
And,  listening  to  His  accents, 

May  hear,  so  calm  and  plain, 
His  own  "All  hail  !M  and,  hearing, 

May  raise  the  victor-strain. 


46 


47 


THE    LORD'S   DAY.  37 

3  Xow  let  the  heavens  be  joyful  ; 

Let  earth  her  song  begin  ; 
Let  the  round  world  keep  triumph, 

And  all  that  is  therein  ; 
Invisible  and  visible, 

Their  notes  let  all  things  blend, 
For  Christ  the  Lord  hath  risen, 

Our  joy  that  hath  no  end. 

John  of  Damascus  (—  c.  7S0.) 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818—1866),  1862. 

H.  M. 
Sabbath  Morning. 

Welcome,  delightful  morn, 

Thou  day  of  sacred  rest  : 
I  hail  thy  kind  return  ; 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest  ; 
From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys, 
I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

Xow  may  the  King  descend, 
And  fill  his  throne  of  grace  ; 

Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 

While  saints  address  Thy  face  ; 

Let  sinners  feel  Thy  quickening  word, 

And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers, 
Make  known  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  these  sacred  hours  ; 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  e'er  be  spent  in  vain. 

Hayward.     In  John  Dobell's  Collection,  1&06.     SI.  alt. 

H.M. 
Longing  for  the  House  of  God.—  Ps.  Ixzxiv. 

i  Lord  of  the  worlds  above, 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 


38  THK    LORD'S    DAY. 

The  dwellings  of  Thy  love, 
Thine  early  temples  are  ! 
To  Thine  abode  my  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires,  to  see  my  God. 

2  O  happy  souls,  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ; 
O  happy  men,  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  Thee  still  ;  and  happy  they, 
That  love  the  way  to  Zion's  hill. 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  Heaven  appears  : 
O  glorious  seat,  when  God,  our  King, 
Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet ! 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674— i748),  i7l9-    Ab- 
T"0  "  Fading,  still  fading. 

i   Fading,   still  fading,   the    last    beam  is 
shining, 
Father  in  Heaven,  the  day  is  declining, 
Safety  and  innocence  fly  with  the  light, 
Temptation  and  danger  walk  forth  with 

the  night : 
From  the  fall  of  the  shade  till  the  morn- 
ing bells  chime, 
Shield    me  from    danger,   save  me    from 
crime. 

Father,    have    mercy,    Father    have 

mercy, 
Father,     have     mercy     thro'     Jesus 

Christ  our  lyord. 


EVENING.  39 

2  Father  in  Heaven,  O  hear  when  we  call, 
Hear  for  Christ's  sake,  who  is  Saviour  of 

all: 
Feeble   and   fainting,    we   trust   in   Thy 

might ; 
In  doubting  and  darkness  Thy   love  be 

our  light ; 
Let  us  sleep  on  thy  breast  while  the  night 

taper  burns, 
Wake  in  Thy  arms  when  morning  returns. 

Father,  have  mercy,  etc. 

Unknown  Author,  1830. 

An  7.6i. 

i  >2  "Safely,  through  another  Week." 

i  Safely,  through  another  week, 
God  has  brought  us  on  our  way  ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 
Waiting  in  His  courts  to-day  : 
|| :  Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest.  :|| 

2  While  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  Name, 
Show  Thy  reconciled  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  Thee. 

3  Here  we  come  Thy  Name  to  praise  ; 

May  we  feel  Thy  presence  near  : 
May  Thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  Thy  house  appear  : 
Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 


50 


40  THIC    LORD'S   DAY. 

4  May  Thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints  ; 

Thus  may  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 

Till  we  join  the  Church  above. 

Rev.  John  Newton  (1725 — 1807),  1774. 

7.  61. 
11  The  day-spring  from  on  high." — Luke  i.  78. 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  Light, 

Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o'er  the  shades  of  night : 

Day-spring  from  on  high,  be  near, 

Day-star,  in  our  hearts  appear. 

Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 
Unillumined,  Lord,  by  Thee  ; 

Joyless  is  the  day's  return, 

Till  Thy  mercy's  beams  we  see  ; 

Lord,  Thine  inward  light  impart, 

Cheering  each  benighted  heart. 

Visit  every  soul  of  Thine, 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 

Fill  us,  Lord,  with  light  divine, 
Scatter  all  our  unbelief; 

More  and  more  Thyself  display, 

Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1740.     Alt. 


51 


S.P.  M. 
The  House  of  the  Lord." — IN. 


t  How  pleased  and  blest  was  I, 
To  hear  the  people  cry, 

*'  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day 
Vis,  with  a  cheerful  zeal, 


THE  lord's  day.  4t 

We  baste  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 

Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 
And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round  : 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear, 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 
The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 

Has  fixed  His  royal  throne  ; 
He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  ; 

He  bids  the  saints  be  glad  ; 

He  makes  the  sinner  sad  ; 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  wdth  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 

And  joy  within  thee  wait, 
To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest : 

The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace, 

And  wishes  thine  increase, 
A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 

li  Peace  to  this  sacred  house  !" 

For  there  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell  ; 

And  since  my  glorious  God 

Makes  thee  His  blest  abode, 

My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719. 

L.  M. 
"From  Strength  to  Strength." — Ps.  lxxxiv. 

i  How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
O  Lord  of  hosts,  Thy  dwellings  are  : 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  the  assemblies   of  Thy  saints. 


52 


42  THE   LORD'S   DAY. 

2  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  Thy  throne  of  majesty  ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

3  Blest  are  the  souls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  Thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  Thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  Thy  face,  and  learn  Thy  praise. 

4  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 

God   is   their  strength,   and,  thro'   the 

road, 
They  lean  upon  their  Helper,  God. 

5  Cheerful      they    walk    with      growing 

strength, 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  Heaven  at  length  ; 
Till  all  before  Thy  face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719.     Ab. 
PQ  L.  M 

ijv)      The  Church  the  Birth-place  of  Souls. — Ps.  lxxxvii. 

i   God  ill  His  earthly  temple  lays 
Foundations  for  His  heav'nly  praise  ; 
He  likes  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  still  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  visits  every  house 

That  pays  its  night  and  morning  vows  ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  stay 
Where  churches  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  described  of  old, 
What  wonders  are  of  Zion  told  ! 
Thou  City  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  shall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 


THE    LORD'S    DAY.  43 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  then  begin  their  lives  anew  ; 
Angels,  and  men  shall  join  to  sing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  spring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  His  last  account 
Of  natives  in  His  holy  mount, 

Twill  be  an  honor  to  appear 
As  one  new-born  or  nourished  there. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
gi  Millions  of  Worshippers. 

i  Millions  within  Thy  courts  have  met, 
Millions  this  day  before  Thee  bowed  ; 
Their  faces»Zion-ward  were  set, 

Vows  with  their  lips  to  Thee  they  vowed. 

2  Soon  as  the  light  of  morning  broke 

O'er  island,  continent,  or  deep, 
Thy  far  spread  family  awoke, 

Sabbath  all  round  the  world  to  keep. 

3  And  not  a  prayer,  a  tear,  a  sigh, 

Hath  failed  this  day  some  suit  to  gain  ; 
To  those  in  trouble  Thou  wert  nigh  ;    • 
Not  one  hath  sought  Thy  face  in  vain. 

4  Yet  one  prayer  more,  and  be  it  one, 

In  which  both  Heaven  and  earth  accord  : 
Fulfil  Thy  promise  to  Thy  Son  ; 
Let  all  that  breathe  call  Jesus  Lord. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 185 \).  1853.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 
WW  The  Lord's  Day  welcomed. 

i  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest, 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast* 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 


44  THE   LORD'S   DAY. 

2  The  King  Himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  His  saints  to-day  ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  Him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasure  and  of  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit,  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709.     SI.  alt 


56 


S.  M. 
Our  Redeemer  worshipped. 

i   How  charming  is  the  place, 
Where  my  Redeemer.  God 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  His  face, 
And  sheds  His  love  abroad. 

2  Here,  on  the  Mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  Him  sit, 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

3  To  Him  their  prayers  and  cries 

Each  humble  soul  presents  : 
He  listens  to  their  broken  sighs, 
And  grants  them  all  their  wants. 

4  To  them  His  sovereign  will 

He  graciously  imparts  ; 
And  in  return  accepts,  with  smiles, 
The  tribute  of  their  hearts. 


THE  lord's  day.  45 

5  Give  ine,  O  Lord,  a  place 
Within  Thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  Thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 

Rev.  Samuel  Stennett  (1727 — 1795),  1787.     Ab. 

rw  s.  m. 

0  I  "  Stand  up ,  and  bless  the  Lord.'" — Neh.  ix.  5. 

i  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
Ye  people  of  His  choice  : 
Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord,  your  God, 
With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2  O  for  the  living  flame, 

From  His  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  minds  inspire, 
And  wing  to  Heaven  our  thought. 

3  God  is  our  strength  and  song, 

And  His  salvation  ours  ; 
Then  be  His  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

4  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

The  Lord  your  God  adore  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  His  glorious  Name, 
Henceforth  for  evermore. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1825.     Ab 
00  " At  Homer 

i   'Mid    scenes   of  confusion    and    creature 

complaints, 
How   sweet   to   the   soul    is    communion 

with  saints  ; 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's 

room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home  ? 


46  THE  lord's  day. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ; 
Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory, 
my  home. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of 

peace  ! 
And  thrice  precious   Jesus,  whose    love 

cannot  cease  ! 
Though  oft  from  Thy  presence  in  sadness 

I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  Thee  in  glory,  at  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  etc. 

3  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 
O  give  me  submission,  and  strength  as 

my  day  ; 
In  all    my    afflictions  to  Thee  would   I 

come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  etc. 

4  Whate'er  Thou  deniest,  O  give  me  Thy 

grace, 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,   and  smiles  of 

Thy  face  ; 
Endue  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  Thy 

throne, 
And  find,  even  now,  a  sweet  foretaste  of 

home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  etc. 

5  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  Thy  beauties  to 

shine  ; 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine  ; 
And  in  Thy  dear  image  arise  from  the 

tomb, 


THE  LORD'S  day.  47 

With  glorified  millions  to  praise  Thee  at 
home. 
Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home,  etc. 

Rev.  David  Denham  (1791— 1848),  1826.     Ab. 


L.  M. 
" Let  us  worship  and  bozo  down." — Ps 


59 

1  O  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  Almighty  King  ; 
For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise, 
When  our  salvation's  Rock  we  praise. 

2  Into  His  presence  let  us  haste, 

To  thank  Him  for  His  favors  past  ; 
To  Him  address,  in  joyful  songs, 
The  praise  that  to  His  Name  belongs. 

3  O  let  us  to  His  courts  repair, 
And  bow  with  admiration  there  ; 
Down  on  our  knees  devoutly  all 
Before  the  Lord  our  Maker  fall. 

Tate  and  Brady,  1696.     Ab. 


60 


L.  M. 

The  Eternal  Sabbath. — Hf.b.  iv.  9. 

Think  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord  we  love  ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 
To  that  our  laboring  souls  aspire 
With  ardent  hope  and  strong  desire. 

Xo  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 
Nor  sin,  nor  hell,  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  groans  to  mingle  with  the  songs 
Which  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes  ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose  ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 


48  PRAISE   TO   GOD. 

4  O  long-expected  day,  begin  ; 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin  : 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death,  to  rest  with  God. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702— 1751),  1755.     Ab.  and  alt 


61 


C.  M. 
"  1 7vas  glad." — Ps.  cxxii. 

i   How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  say, 
||:4'  In  Zionlet  us  all  appear, :|| 
And  keep  the  solemn  day  !" 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 

The  Church,  adorned  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  show  His  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown, 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  His  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest  ; 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace, 
Be  her  attendants  blest. 

5  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
There   my  best    friends,     my    kindred 
dwell, 
There  God,  my  Saviour,  reigns. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719.      Ab. 


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7.  6.  D. 
Ps.  cl. 


Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above, 
And  keeps  His  courts  below  ; 


PRAISE   TO   GOD.  49 

Praise  the  holy  God  of  love, 
And  all  His  greatness  show  :    ' 

Praise  Him  for  His  noble  deeds  : 

Praise  Him  for  His  matchless  power  : 

Him,  from  whom  all  good  proceeds, 
Let  earth  and  heaven  adore. 

Publish,  spread,  to  all  around 

The  great  Immanuel's  name  ; 
Let  the  trumpet's  martial  sound 

Him,  Lord  of  Hosts,  proclaim  : 
Praise  Him,  every  tuneful  string, 

All  the  reach  of  heavenly  art, 
All  the  powers  of  music  bring, — 

The  music  of  the  heart. 

Him,  in  whom  they  move  and  live, 

Let  every  creature  sing  ; 
Glory  to  their  Maker  give, 

And  homage  to  their  King  : 
Hallowed  be  His  name  beneath  ; 

As  in  Heaven,  in  earth  adored  ; 
Praise  the  Lord  in  every  breath  ; 

Let  all  things  praise  the  Lord. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708 — 1788),  1743. 
L.  M. 
Grateful  Adoration. — Ps.  c. 

i  Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone  ; 
He  can  create,  and  He  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men  ; 
And    when,   like    wand' ring    sheep,    we 
strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  His  fold  again. 


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50  PRAISE  TO   GOD. 

3  We  are  His  people,  we  His  care, 

Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  Thy  Name  ? 

4  We'll   crowd  Thy   gates   with    thankful 

songs, 
High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall .  fill   Thy   courts   with   sounding 
praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  Thy  command, 

Vast  as  eternity  Thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock' Thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease'to  move. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674— 1748),  1719.     Ab.  and  alt. 
Rev.  John  Wesley  (1703 — 1791),  I741- 

64  "  Sing  to  the  Lord. ' '— Ps.  c . 

i  All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell, 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  cheerful  voice  : 
Him  serve  with  fear,   His  praise  forth 
tell, 
Come  ye  before  Him,  and  rejoice. 

2  The  Lord,  ye  know,  is  God  indeed, 

Without  our  aid  He  did  us  make  : 
We  are  His  flock,  He  doth  us  feed, 
And  for  His  sheep  He  doth  us  take. 

3  O  enter  then  His  gates  with  praise, 

A  pproach  with  joy  His  courts  un  to 
Praise , laud,  and  bless  His  Name  always 
For  it  is  seemly  so  to  do. 

4  For  why  ?  the  Lord  our  God  is  good, 

His  mercv  is  forever  sure  : 


PRAISE   TO   GOD.  ci 

His  truth  at  all  times  firmly  stood, 
And  shall  from  age  to  age  endure. 

Rev.  William  Kethe,  1561. 

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\J\J  Praise  Him,  all  ye  People.' '— Ps.  cxvii. 

1  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  : 

Let  the  Redeemer's  Name  be  sung 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  Thy  mercies,  Lord  • 
Eternal  truth  attends  Thy  Word  ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

R£      „.  L-  m. 

UU  The  Pillars  of  Cloud  and  Fire. -Ex.  xiii.  21. 

1  When  Israel,  of  the  Lord  beloved 

Out  from  the  land  of  bondage  came 
Her  fathers'  God  before  her  moved 
An  awful  guide,  in  smoke  and  flame. 

2  By  day,  along  th'  astonished  lands 

The  cloudy  pillar  glided  slow  ; 
By  night,  Arabia's  crimsoned  sands 
Returned  the  fiery  column's  glow. 

3  Thus  present  still,  though  now  unseen 

O  Lord,  when  shines  the  prosperous  da  v 
Be  thoughts  of  Thee  a  cloudy  screen     " 
To  temper  the  deceitful  ray. 

4  And  O,  when  gathers  on  our  path 

In  shade  and  storm,  the  frequent  night 
J*e  thou  long-suffering,  slow  to  wrath 
A  burning  and  a  shining  light 

Sir  Walter  Scott  (1771-1832).  l8ao.     Ab.  and  alt. 


52  PRAISE   TO    GOD. 

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W  I  The  Majesty  and  Might  of  God.— Ps.  xciii. 

i  The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

And  royal  state  maintains, 

His  head  with  awful  glories  crowned  : 
Arrayed  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  sov' reign  might, 

And  rays  of  majesty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  Thy  commands, 
The  world  securely  stands, 

And  skies  and  stars  obey  Thy  word  : 
Thy  throne  was  fixed  on  high 
Before  the  starry  sky  : 

Eternal  is  Thy  Kingdom,  Lord. 

3  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  powers  engage  ; 

Let  swelling  tides  assault  the  sky  : 
The  terrors  of  Thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  madness  down  ; 

Thy  throne  for  ever  stands  on  high. 

4  Thy  promises  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new  ; 

There  fixed,  Thy  church  shall  ne'er  remove: 
Thy  saints  with  holy  fear 
Shall  in  Thy  courts  appear, 

And  sing  Thine  everlasting  love. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 174S),  1719. 

nn  l.  m. 

UU  Providence  and  Grace. — Ps.  xxxvi.  5 — 9. 

1   High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God, 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines  ; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  thro1  every  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  Thy  designs. 


PRAISE  TO   GOD.  5$ 

2  Forever  firm  Thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  ; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  Thy  hands  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep.' 

3  My  God,  how  excellent  Thy  grace, 

Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs ; 
The  sons  of  Adam  in  distress 
Fly  to  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings. 

4  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord  ; 
And  in  Thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  Thy  Word. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719.     Ab. 

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Ww        God's  Glory  and  Nearness  to  us.— Acts  xvii.  24—28. 

1  Lord  of  all  being  ;  throned  afar, 
Thy  glory  flames  from  sun  and  star  ; 
Centre  and  soul  of  every  sphere, 
Yet  to  each  loving  heart  how  near. 

2  Sun  of  our  life,  Thy  quickening  ray 
Sheds  on  our  path  the  glow  of  day ; 
Star  of  our  hope,  Thy  softened  light 
Cheers  the  long  watches  of  the  night. 

3  Our  midnight  is  Thy  smile  withdrawn  ; 
Our  noontide  is  Thy  gracious  dawn  ; 
Our  rainbow  arch  Thy  mercy's  sign  ; 
All,  save  the  clouds  of  sin,  are  Thine. 

4  Lord  of  all  life,  below,  above, 

Whose  light  is  truth,  whose   warmth  is 

love, 
Before  Thy  ever-blazing  throne 
We  ask  no  lustre  of  our  own 


54  PRAISE   TO   GOD. 

5  Grant  us  Thy  truth  to  make  us  free, 
And  kindling  hearts  that  burn  for  Thee, 
Till  all  Thy  living  altars  claim 
One  holy  light,  one  heavenly  flame. 

Oliver  Wendell  Holmes  (1S09—         ),  1848. 

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4  U  Bless  the  Lord."—Ps.  ciii. 

i  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  Living  God, 

Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work  and  w7orship  so  divine. 

2  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise  ; 
Why  should  the  wonders  He  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  He,  my  soul,  that  sent  His  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done  ; 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  Let  the  whole  earth  His  power  confess  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  His  grace  ; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  shall  join 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719.     Ab. 

m  l.  m. 

1  X  The  Majesty  and  Mercy  of  God. — Ps.  lxviii. 

i  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
Crown  Him,  ye  nations,  in  your  song  ; 
His  wondrous  names  and  powers  rehearse  ; 
His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 

2  He  shakes  the  heavens  with  loud  alarms  ; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 

In  Israel  are  His  mercies  known, 
Israel  is  His  peculiar  throne. 


PRAISE  to  GOD.  55 

3  Proclaim    Him    King,     pronounce     Him 
blest  ; 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  rest ; 
When  terrors  rise,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719. 

fJA  L.  M. 

/  4l        Wonders  of  Creation  and  Grace. — Ps.  cxxxvi. 

i  Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise  ; 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  His  ways  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong  ; 
Repeat  His  mercies  in  your  song. 

2  He  built  the  earth,  He  spread  the  sky, 
And  fixed  the  starry  lights  on  high  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong  ; 
Repeat  His  mercies  in  your  song. 

3  He  sent  His  Son  with  power  to  save, 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong  ; 
Repeat  His  mercies  in  your  song. 

4  Thro'  this  vain  world  He  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  His  heavenly  seat  : 

His  mercies  ever  shall  endure, 

When  this  vain  world  shall  be  no  more. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719.     Ab. 

no  L-  M- 

4  0  Guiding-  and  Guarding. — Ps.  cvii. 

1  Give  thanks  to  God  ;  He  reigns  above  ; 
Kind  are  his  thoughts,  His  Name  is  Love  ; 
His  mercy  ages  past  have  known, 

And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  His  irrace  record  ; 


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56  PRAISE  TO   GOD. 

Israel,  the  nation  whom  He  chose, 
And  rescued  from  their  mighty  foes. 

3  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footsteps  lest  we  stray  : 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heavenly  land. 

4  O  let  the  saints  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord  ; 
How  great  His  works!  how  kind  His  ways! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  His  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719.     Ab. 

7. 
The  Condescension  of  God. — Ps.  cxiii. 

i  Haixklujah,  raise,  O  raise 
To  our  God  the  song  of  praise. 
All  his  servants,  join  to  sing 
God  our  Saviour  and  our  King. 

2  Blessed  be  for  evermore 

That  dread  Name  which  we  adore  : 

O'er  all  nations  God  alone, 

Higher  than  the  heavens  His  throne. 

3  Yet  to  view  the  heavens  He  bends  ; 
Yea,  to  earth  He  condescends  ; 
Passing  by  the  rich  and  great, 

For  the  low  and  desolate. 

4  He  can  raise  the  poor  to  stand 
With  the  princes  of  the  land  ; 
Wealth  upon  the  needy  shower  ; 
vSet  the  meanest  high  in  power. 

5  He  the  broken  spirit  cheers. 
Turns  to  joy  the  mourner's  tears 


PRAISK   TO   GOD.  57 

Such  the  wonders  of  His  ways  : 
Praise  His  Name,  forever  praise. 

Josiah  Conder  (1789 — 1855),  1836      Ab. 
/0  Redeeming 

i  Sweet  the  time,  exceeding  sweet, 
When  the  saints  together  meet ; 
When  the  Saviour  is  the  theme, 
When  they  join  to  sing  of  Him. 

2  Sing  we  then  eternal  love, 
Such  as  did  the  Father  move  : 
He  beheld  the  world  undone, 
Loved  the  world,  and  gave  His  Son. 

3  Sing  the  Son's  amazing  love  : 
How  he  left  the  realms  above, 
Took  our  nature  and  our  place, 
Live  and  died  to  save  our  race. 

4  Sing  we,  too,  the  Spirit's  love  : 
With  our  wretched  hearts  He  strove, 
Took  the  things  of  Christ  and  showed 
How  to  reach  His  blest  abode. 

Rev.  George  Burder  (1752 — 1832),  1779.     Ab.  and  alt. 
/  O  "Songs  of  Praise." — Job  xxxviii.  7. 

i  Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang, 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun, 
When  He  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born  ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  He 
Captive  led  captivity. 


58  PRAISE   TO   GOD. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  ; 
God  will  make  new  heavens,  new  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice  ; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

5  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death  ; 
Then,  amidst  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1819,  1853.     Ab. 


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Mercies  that  never  fail. 

i  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
Be  Thy  glorious  Name  adored  : 
Lord,  Thy  mercies  never  fail ; 
Hail  celestial  Goodness,  hail  ! 

2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  Thine  ear 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear  ; 
Purer  praise  we  hope  to  bring, 
When  around  Thy  throne  we  sing. 

3  While  on  earth  ordained  to  stay, 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  Thy  way, 
Till  we  come  to  dwell  wTith  Thee, 
Till  we  all  Thy  glory  see. 

4  Then,  with  angel-harps,  again 
We  will  wake  a  nobler  strain  ; 
There,  in  joyful  songs  of  praise, 
Our  triumphant  voices  raise. 


GOD'S    ETERNITY.  59 

5  Lord,  Thy  mercies  never  fail  : 
Hail,  celestial  Goodness,  hail  ! 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord, 
Be  Thy  glorious  Name  adored. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Williams,  1778.     Ab. 
/Q  "Te  Denm  laudamus." 

i  God  eternal,  Lord  of  all, 
Lowly  at  Thy  feet  we  fall  : 
All  the  earth  doth  worship  Thee, 
We  amidst  the  throng  would  be. 

2  All  the  holy  angels  cry, 

Hail,  thrice  holy,  God  most  High  : 
Lord  of  all  the  heavenly  powers, 
Be  the  same  loud  anthem  ours. 

3  God  eternal,  mighty  King, 
Unto  Thee  our  praise  we  bring  : 
Seated  on  Thy  judgment-throne, 
Number  us  among  Thine  own. 

Rev.  James  Elwin  Millard,  1848.     Ab.  and  alt. 

C.  M. 
God  infinite  and  eternal. 

Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou, 
What  worthless  worms  are  wre  : 

Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee. 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made  ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 

Were  all  the  nations  dead. 
Eternity,  with  all  its  years. 

Stands  present  in  Thy  view  ; 
To  Thee  there's  nothing  old  appears, 

Great  God,  there's  nothing  n 


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6o  GOD'S  ETERNITY. 

4  Our  lives  thro'  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares  ; 
While  Thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

5  Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou, 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ; 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709.     Ab. 

on  CM 

O  w  Fea red  and  loved. 

i   My  God,  how  wonderful  thou  art, 
Thy  majesty  how  bright, 
How  beautiful  Thy  Mercy-seat 
In  depths  of  burning  light. 

2  How  dread  are  Thine  eternal  years, 

O  Everlasting  Lord  ; 
By  prostrate  spirits  day  and  night 
Incessantly  adored. 

3  O  how  I  fear  Thee,  living  God, 

With  deepest,  tenderest  fears, 
And  worship  Thee  with  trembling  hope, 
And  penitential  tears. 

4  Yet  I  may  love  Thee  too,  O  Lord, 

Almighty  as  Thou  art ; 
For  Thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me 
The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 

5  No  earthly  father  loves  like  Thee, 

No  mother  half  so  mild 
Bears  and  forbears,  as  Thou  hast  done 
With  me,  Thy  sinful  child. 


GOD'S   ETERNITY   AND   GOODNESS.  6l 

6  Father  of  Jesus,  love's  reward, 
What  rapture  will  it  be, 
Prostrate  before  Thy  throne  to  lie, 
And  gaze,  and  gaze  on  thee. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  (1814— 1S63),  1849.     Ab. 

Q1  c- M- 

QX  God  our  Help,  and  Surely. — Ps   xc. 

i  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come  ; 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 
And  our  eternal  home  : 

2  Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  throne 
Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure  ; 
Sufficient  is  Thine  arm  alone, 
And  our  defence  is  sure. 


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Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 
Our  earth  received  her  frame, 

From  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

4  A  thousand  ages,  in  Thy  sight, 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  nightv 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

5  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

6  O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come. 
Be  Thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

Rev    [saac  Watts,  1719.     Ab.  and  si.  alt 


62  CHRIST  WELCOMED. 

on  c.  m. 

04  The  constant  Goodness  of  God. — Ps.  cxxxix. 

i  Jehovah,  God,  Thy  gracious  power 
On  ev'ry  hand  we  see  ; 
O  may  the  blessings  of  each  hour 
L,ead  all  our  thoughts  to  Thee. 

2  If  on  the  wings  of  morn  we  speed 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
Thy  hand  will  there  are  footsteps  lead, 
Thy  love  our  path  surround. 

3  Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps, 

And  reaches  to  the  skies  ; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, 
Thy  goodness  never  dies. 

4  From  morn  till  noon,  till  latest  eve, 

Thy  hand,  O  God,  we  see  ; 
And  all  the  blessings  we  receive, 
Proceed  alone  from  Thee. 

5  In  all  the  changing  scenes  of  time, 

On  Thee  our  hopes  depend  ; 
Through  every  age,  in  every  clime, 
Our  Father,  and  our  Friend. 

Rev.  John  Thomson  (1732-1818),  1810.     SI.  alt. 


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C.  M.  D. 
Song  of  the  Angels.— I^uke  ii.  7 — 15. 


While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  by 
night, 

All  seated  on  the  ground, 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 

And  glory  shone  around. 
"  Fear  not,"  said  he,  for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind  ; 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring 

To  you,  and  all  mankind. 


CHRIST    WELCOMED.  63 

2  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day, 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ,  the  Lord  ; 

And  this  shall  be  the  sign  : 
The  Heavenly  Babe  you  there  shall  find 

To  human  view  displayed, 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands, 

And  in  a  manger  laid." 

3  Thus  spake  the  seraph,  and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  and  thus 

Addressed  their  joyful  song  : 
"All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
Good-will  henceforth  from  Heaven  to  men 

Begin,  and  never  cease." 

Nahum  Tate  (1652 — 1715),  1703- 

QA  CM.  51. 

O  1  "  Hark,  the  glad  Sound." — Is.  lxi. 

i  Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes, 
The  Saviour  promised  long  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
|| :  And  every  voice  a  song.  :|| 

2  He  comes,  the  prisoners  to  release 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  Him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

3  He  comes  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray, 
And  on  the  eyeballs  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure, 


64  CHRIST  WELCOMED. 

And  with  the  treasures  of  His  grace 
To  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 
Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim, 
And  Heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 
With  Thy  beloved  Name. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751),  1735. 


or  C.  M.  51. 

Ow     The  Mess  ia  h's  Co  m  ing  and  King  do  m .  — I  s .  i  x .  1  — 7 . 

i  The  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined 
Have  seen  a  glorious  Light  ; 
The  people  dwell  in  day,  who  dwelt 

||:  In  death's  surrounding  night.  :|| 

2  To  hail  Thy  rise,  Thou  better  Sun, 

The  gathering  nations  come, 

Joyous  as  when  the  reapers  bear 

The  harvest-treasures  home. 

3  To  us  a  Child  of  Hope  is  born, 

To  us  a  Son  is  given  ; 
Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey, 
Him  all  the  hosts  of  Heaven. 

4  His  Name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace 

Forevermore  adored, 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 
The  great  and  mighty  Lord. 

5  His  power  increasing  still  shall  spread  ; 

His  reign  no  end  shall  know  ; 
Justice  shall  guard  His  throne  above, 
And  peace  abound  below. 

Rev.  John  Morrison  (1749 — 179S),  177.         \  ■. 


86 


CHRIST   WELCOMED.  65 

7.  D. 
"The  Hera  Id  A  ngels . ' ' 

i  Hark,  the  herald  angels  sing, 
k '  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled  !" 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies ; 

|:  Universal  nature  say, 
11  Christ  the  Lord  is  born  to-day."  :|| 

>  Christ,  by  highest  Heaven  adored  ! 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord  ! 
Late  in  time  behold  Him  come, 
Offspring  of  a  Virgin's  womb  ! 
Veiled  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see, 
Hail,  the  incarnate  Deity  ! 
Pleased  as  man  with  men  to  dwell 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel. 

\  Hail,  the  heavenly  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Hail,  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  He  brings, 
Risen  with  healing  in  His  wings. 
Mild  He  lays  His  glory  by, 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die, 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1739.     Ab.  and  alt. 


87 


7.  D. 
1  He  has  come.' 


He  has  come,  the  Christ  of  God  ; 
Left  for  us  His  glad  abode  ; 
Stooping  from  His  throne  of  bliss, 
To  this  darksome  wilderness  ! 
He  has  come,  the  Prince  of  Peace  ; 


66  CHRIST   WELCOMED. 

Come  to  bid  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
Come  to  scatter,  with  His  light, 
All  the  shadows  of  our  night. 

2  He,  the  mighty  King,  has  come, 
Making  this  poor  earth  His  home  ; 
Come  to  bear  our  sin's  sad  load, 
Son  of  David,  Son  of  God. 

He  has  come,  whose  Name  of  grace 
Speaks  deliverance  to  our  race  ; 
Left  for  us  His  glad  abode, 
Son  of  Mary,  Son  of  God. 

3  Unto  us  a  child  is  born  ; 
Ne'er  has  earth  beheld  a  morn 
Out  of  all  the  morns  of  time 
Half  so  glorious  in  its  prime. 
Unto  us  a  Son  is  given  ; 

He  has  come  from  God's  own  Heaven, 
Bringing  with  Him  from  above 
Holy  peace,  and  holy  love. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808 — 1889),  1057.     SI.  alt. 


88 


P.  M. 
"Adcste  Fideles." 


i  Comk,  all  ye  faithful, 

Joyful  and  triumphant, 
To     Bethlehem     hasten    now    with     glad 
accord  ; 
Come,  and  behold  him 
Born,  the  King  of  angels, 
O    come,    let    us    adore    Him,   Christ    the 
Lord. 

2  Sing,  choirs  of  angels, 

Sing  in  exultation, 


CHRIST   WELCOMED.  67 

Through    Heaven's    high  arches    be    your 
praises  poured ; 
Now  to  our  God  be 
Glory  in  the  highest : 
O    come,   let    us    adore    Him,   Christ    the 

Lord. 
3  Yea,  Lord,  we  bless  Thee, 

Born  for  our  salvation  ; 
Jesus,  forever  be  Thy  Name  adored  ; 
Word  of  the  Father, 
Now  in  flesh  appearing  : 
O    come,    let    us    adore    Him,    Christ    the 
Lord. 

Unknown  Author,  of  uncertain  date. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Frederick  Oakeley  (1802— 1880),  1841.    Ab.  and  alt. 

QQ  CM. 

QsJ  "Joy  to  the  World.'''1 — Ps.  xcviii. 

i  Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  : 
Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  Him  room, 
And  Heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns  : 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and 
plains, 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow 

Xor  thorns  infest  the  ground  : 
He  comes  to  make  His  blessings  flow7 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  His  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  His  love. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1740),  1709. 


68  CHRIST'S    REIGX. 

Qfi  CM 

\JV  The  Lord  reigneth." — Ps.  xcv;. 

i  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue  : 
His  new  discovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jesus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains, 
And  grace  surrounds  His  throne. 

3  Behold  He  comes,  He  comes  to  bless 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  show  the  world  His  righteousness, 
And  send  His  truth  abroad. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 174S),  1719.     Ab. 

Q1  R  M- 

^J,  "  Shout  the  glad  Tidings  " 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King  ! 

1  Zion  the  marvelous  story  be  telling, 

The  Son  of  the  highest,  how  lowly  His 
birth, 
The    brighest   archangel  in  glory  excel- 
ling, 
He  vStoops  to  redeem  thee,   He   reigns 
upon  earth. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 

2  Tell   how    He  cometh  ;    from  nation    to 

nation, 
The  heart-cheering  news,  let  the  earth 
echo  round  ; 
How  free  to  the  faithful  He  offers  salva- 
tion, 


CHRIST'S    REIGN.  69 

How  His   people    with  joy  everlasting 
are  crowned. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 

3  Mortals,  your  homage  be  gratefully  bring- 
ing, 
And   sweet  let   the  gladsome  hosanna 
arise  ; 
Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing  ; 
One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth 
and  the  skies. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  etc. 

Rev,  William  Augustus  Muhlenberg,  (1796 — 1877,  1826.) 

Q9  11.  10. 

yjtj  "Brightest  and  Best:' 

i  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 
morning, 
Dawn   on   our   darkness,    and  lend  us 
Thine  aid  : 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide   where   our   infant  Redeemer  is 
laid. 

2  Cold   on    His  cradle   the    dew-drops    are 

shining, 
Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of 

the  stall  ; 
Angels  adore  Him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  in  costly  devo- 

tion, 
Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine, 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the 
ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the 
mine? 


93 


70  CHRIST   IN   THE   MAXGKR. 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation  ; 

Vainly    with    gifts    would    His    favor 

secure  : 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration  ; 
Dearer  to  God   are  the  prayers  of  the 

poor. 

5  Brightest   and    best    of  the    sons  of  the 

morning, 
Dawn  on    our   darkness,  and    lend  us 

Thine  aid 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where    our    infant  Redeemer  is 

laid. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783— 1826),  1811. 

7.  7.  8.  8.  7.  7. 
"  Crowned  with  Glory." — Heb.  ii.  19. 

Who  is  He  in  yonder  stall, 

At  whose  feet  the  shepherds  fall  ? 

'Tis  the  Lord  !  O  wondrous  story  ! 

'Tis  the  Lord,  the  King  of  glory  ! 

At  His  feet  we  humbly  fall  ; 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him,  Lord  of  all  ! 

Who  is  He  in  deep  distress, 

Fasting  in  the  wilderness  ? 

'Tis  the  Lord  !  O  wondrous  story  ! 

'Tis  the  Lord,  the  King  of  glory  ! 

At  His  feet  we  humbly  fall  ; 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him,  Lord  of  all  ! 

Who  is  He  that  stands  and  weeps 
At  the  grave  where  Lazarus  sleeps  ? 
'Tis  the  Lord  !  O  wondrous  story  ! 
'Tis  the  Lord  !  the  King  of  glory  ! 
At  His  feet  we  humbly  fall  ; 
Crown  Him,  crown  Him,  Lord  of  all  ' 


CHRIST    IX    THE    MANGER.  "I 

4  Lo,  at  midnight,  who  is  He 
Prays  in  dark  Gethsemane  ? 

'Tis  the  Lord  !  O  wondrous  story  ! 
'Tis  the  Lord,  the  King  of  glory  ! 
At  His  feet  we  humbly  fall ; 
Crown  Him,  crown  Him,  Lord  of  all  ! 

5  On  the  cross,  lo  !  who  is  He 
Sheds  His  precious  blood  for  me  ? 
'Tis  the  Lord  !  O  wondrous  story  ! 
'Tis  the  Lord,  the  King  of  glory  ! 
At  His  feet  we  humbly  fall ; 
Crown  Him,  crown  Him,  Lord  of  all  ! 

6  Who  is  He  that  from  the  grave 
Comes  to  heal  and  help  and  save  ? 
'Tis  the  Lord  !  O  wondrous  story  ! 
'Tis  the  Lord,  the  King  of  glory  ! 
At  His  feet  we  humbly  fall ; 
Crown  Him,  crown  Him,  Lord  of  all  ! 

7  Who  is  He  that  on  yon  throne 
Reigns  as  King  of  kings  alone  ? 
'Tis  the  Lord  !  O  wondrous  story  ! 
'Tis  the  Lord,  the  King  of  glory  ! 
At  His  feet  we  humbly  fall ; 
Crown  Him,  crown  Him,  Lord  of  all  ! 

Rev.  Benjamin  Russell  Hanby  (1833 — 1867),  1866.     Ab.  and  alt, 


94 


8.  7.  4. 
"Good  Tidings  of  great  Joy. — Luke  ii.  10 

Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth, 

Ye  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  : 
|| :  Come  and  worship,  :|| 

Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King, 


72  THE   GOOD   TIDINGS. 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 
God  with  man  is  now  residing  ; 

Yonder  shines  the  infant-light. 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

3  Sages,  leave  your  contemplations, 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar  ; 
Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations  ; 

Ye  have  seen  His  natal  star  ; 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

4  Saints  before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 

In  His  temple  shall  appear  : 
Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

James  Montgomery  (1771  — 1854),  *%l9,  J825.     Ab.  and  alt. 


8.  7.  4. 
Ch  risV  s  Co  m  ing . 


95 

1  Jesus  came,  the  Heavens  adoring, 

Came  with  peace  from  realms  on  high 
Jesus  came  for  man's  redemption, 
Lowly  came  on  earth  to  die  : 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
Came  in  deep  humility. 

2  Jesus  comes  to  hearts  rejoicing, 

Bringing  news  of  sins  forgiven  ; 
Jesus  comes  in  sounds  of  gladness, 
Leading  souls  redeemed  to  Heaven  : 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
Now  the  eate  of  death  is  riven. 


THE    GOOD    TIDINGS. 

3  Jesus  comes  in  joy  and  sorrow, 

Shares  alike  our  hopes  and  fears  ; 
Jesus  conies  whate'er  befalls  us, 

Glads  our  hearts,  and  dries  our  tears  : 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
Cheering  e'en  our  failing  years. 

4  Jesus  comes  on  clouds  triumphant, 

When  the  heavens  shall  pass  away  ; ' 
Jesus  comes  again  in  glory  : 
Let  us  then  our  homage  pay, 
Hallelujah  !  ever  singing, 
Till  the  dawn  of  endless  day. 

Rev.  Godfrey  Thring  (1823—         ),  1866.     Ab 
\JW  " Leading-  onward*1 — Matt.  ii.  10. 

i  As  with  gladness  men  of  old 
Did  the  guiding  star  behold  ; 
As  with  joy  they  hailed  its  light, 
Leading  onward,  beaming  bright  ; 
So,  most  gracious  Lord,  may  we 
Evermore  be  led  to  Thee. 

2  As  with  joyful  steps  they  sped 
To  that  lowly  manger-bed, 
There  to  bend  the  knee  before 
Him  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore  ; 
So  may  we  with  willing  feet 

Ever  seek  the  Mercy-seat. 

3  As  they  offered  gifts  most  rare 
At  that  manger  rude  and  bare  ; 
So  may  wre  with  holy  joy, 
Pure,  and  free  from  sin's  alloy, 
All  our  costliest  treasures  bring, 
Christ,  to  Thee,  our  heavenly  King. 


74  THE   GUIDING   STAR. 

4  Holy  Jesus,  every  day 
Keep  us  in  the  narrow  way  ; 
And,  when  earthly  things  are  past, 
Bring  our  ransomed  souls  at  last 
Where  they  need  no  star  to  guide, 
Where  no  clouds  Thy  glory  hide. 

5  In  the  heavenly  country  bright, 
Need  they  no  created  light ; 
Thou  its  Light,  its  Joy,  its  Crown, 
Thou  its  Sun,  which  goes  not  down  : 
There  forever  may  we  sing 
Alleluias  to  our  King. 

William  Chatterton  Dix  (1837—        ),  i860, 

QW  8.  3.  3.  6.  D. 

yj  {  "  Good  tidings  of  grea t  joy. ' ' 

i  Aix  my  heart  this  night  rejoices, 

As  I  hear, 

Far  and  near, 
Sweetest  angel  voices  ; 
' '  Christ  is  born, ' '  their  choirs  are  singing. 

Till  the  air 

Everywhere 
Now  with  joy  is  ringing. 

2  Hark,  a  Voice  from  yonder  manger, 

Soft  and  sweet, 

Doth  entreat, 
"  Flee  from  woe  and  danger  ; 
Brethren,  come  ;  from  all  that  grieves  you 

You  are  freed  ; 

All  you  need 
I  will  surely  give  you." 

3  Come  then,  let  us  hasten  yonder  ; 

Here  let  all, 


AT    BETHUHKM.  75 

Great  and  small, 
Kneel  in  awe  and  wonder  ; 
Love  Him  who  with  love  is  yearning  ; 

Hail  the  star 

That  from  far 
Bright  with  hope  is  burning. 

4  Ye  who  pine  in  weary  sadness, 

Weep  no  more, 

For  the  door 
Now  is  found  of  gladness  : 
Cling  to  Him,  for  He  will  guide  you 

Where  no  cross, 

Pain  or  loss, 
Can  again  betide  you. 

5  Hither  come,  ye  heavy-hearted, 

Who  for  sin, 

Deep  within, 
Long  and  sore  have  smarted  : 
For  the  poisoned  wounds  you're  feeling, 

Help  is  near, 

One  is  here 
Mighty  for  their  healing. 

5  Hither  come,  ye  poor  and  wretched  ; 

Know  His  will 

Is  to  fill 
Every  hand  outstretched  ; 
Here  are  riches  without  measure  ; 

Here  forget 

All  regret, 
Fill  your  heart  with  treasure. 

7  Blessed  Saviour,  let  me  find  Thee  ; 
Keep  Thou  me 


76  CHRIST   ADORED. 

Close  to  Thee, 
Cast  me  not  behind  Thee  : 
Life  of  Life,  my  heart  Thou  stillest, 

Calm  I  rest 

On  Thy  breast, 
All  this  void  Thou  fillest. 

8  Heedfully  my  Lord  I'll  cherish, 

Live  to  Thee, 

And  with  Thee 
Dying,  shall  not  perish  ; 
But  shall  dwell  with  Thee  forever, 

Far  on  high, 

In  the  joy 
That  can  alter  never. 

Rev.  Paul  Gerhardt  (1607 — 1676),  1656. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth  (1827— 1878),  1858.     Ab. 

QQ  8    7 

\jQ  "  Those  holy  Voices." 

i  Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices, 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo,  the  angelic  host  rejoices  ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy  : 
%t  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high. 

3  "  Peace  on  earth,  good- will  from  Heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  ; 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven, 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4  "  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  His  glory  sing  : 


CHRIST    ADORED.  7? 

Glad  receive  whom  God  appointed 
For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

5  "  Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  Him  ; 

Learn  His  Name  and  taste  His  joy  : 
Till  in  Heaven  you  sing  before  Him, 
44  Glory  be  to  God  most  high." 

Rev.  John  Cavvood  (1775 — 1852),  1819.     Ab 

QQ  8-  7- 

\J\J  Desired  of  all  Nations. 

i  Come,  Thou  long-expected  Jesus, 
Born  to  set  Thy  people  free  : 
From  our  fears  and  sins  release  us, 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  Thee. 

2  Israel's  Strength  and  Consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  Thou  art  ; 
Dear  Desire  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

3  Born  Thy  people  to  deliver, 

Born  a  Child,  and  yet  a  King, 
Born  to  reign  in  us  forever, 

Now  Thy  gracious  Kingdom  bring. 

f  By  Thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 
Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 
By  Thine  all-sufficient  merit, 

Raise  us  to  Thy  Glorious  throne. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708—1788),  1744 
lUU       "  The  Brightness  of  His  Glory."— -Heb.  i.  3. 

i  Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory, 
Shall  Thy  praise  unuttered  lie  ? 
Fly,  my  tongue,  such  guilty  silence, 
Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die. 


78  CHRIST   OUR   PATTERN. 

2  Did  archangels  sing  Thy  corning  ? 

Did  the  shepherds  learn  their  lays  ? 
Shame  would  cover  me  ungrateful, 
Should  my  tongue  refuse  to  praise. 

3  From  the  highest  throne  of  glory, 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe — 
All  to  ransom  guilty  captives  ; 
Flow,  my  praise,  forever  flow. 

4  Go,  return,  immortal  Saviour, 

Leave  Thy  footstool,  take  Thy  throne  ; 
Thence  return,  and  reign  forever  ; 
Be  the  Kingdom  all  Thine  own. 

Rev.  Robert  Robinson  (1735 — 1790),  1774-     £1-  al*« 

101  CM 

1  vX      "  Who  went  about  doing  Good." — Acts  x.  38. 

i  Behold,  where,  in  a  mortal  form 
Appears  each  grace  divine  : 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joy, 
To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  His  divine  employ. 

3  Lowly  in  heart,  to  all  His  friends 

A  Friend  and  Servant  found, 
He  washed  their  feet,  He  wiped  their  tears, 
And  healed  each  bleeding  wound. 

4  'Midst  keen  reproach,  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  He  stood  ; 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  His  life, 
Who  labored  for  their  good. 


CHRIST   OUR    PATTERN.  79 

5  To  God  He  left  His  righteous  cause, 

And  still  His  task  pursued  ; 
With  humble  prayer,  and  holy  faith, 
His  fainting  strength  renewed. 

6  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  His  Father's  throne, 
With  soul  resigned,  He  bowed,  and  said, 
"Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done." 

7  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide, 

His  image  may  we  bear ; 
O  may  we  tread  His  holy  steps, 
His  joy  and  glory  share. 

Prof.  William  Enfield  (1741 — 1797),  J  77-.     Alt. 

1C\1  c  M 

lv4     "  Grace  is  poured  into  Thy  Lips." — Ps.  xlv.  2. 

i  What  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty  shone 
Around  Thy  steps  below  : 
What  patient  love  was  seen  in  all 
Thy  life  and  death  of  woe. 

2  Forever  on  Thy  burdened  heart 

A  weight  of  sorrow  hung  ; 
Yet  no  ungentle,  murmuring  wTord 
Escaped  Thy  silent  tongue. 

3  Thy  foes  might  hate,  despise,  revile, 

Thy  friends  unfaithful  prove  ; 
Unwearied  in  forgiveness  still, 
Thy  heart  could  only  love. 

\  O  give  us  hearts  to  love  like  Thee, 
Like  Thee,  O  Lord,  to  grieve 
Far  more  for  others'  sins,  than  all 
The  wrongs  that  we  receive. 


So  CHRIST   OL'R   PATTERN. 

5  One  with  Thyself,  may  every  eye 
In  us,  Thy  brethren,  see 
The  gentleness  and  grace  that  springs' 
From  union,  Lord,  with  Thee. 

Sir  Edward  Denny  (1796—1889),  1839. 
lUvJ  Christ  our  Pattern.—!  Pet.  ii.  21. 

i  My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  Thy  Word  ; 
But  in  Thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  Thy  truth,  and  such  Thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  Thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  Thy  prayer  ; 
The  desert  Thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  Thy  victory,  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern  ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  Thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Amongst  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

Rev.   Isaac  Watts  (1674  — 1748),  1709. 
10  i  Christ's  Works  of  Mercy. 

When,  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere, 
The  lowly  Jesus  sojourned  here  ; 
Where'er  He  went,  affliction  fled, 
And  sickness  reared  her  drooping  head. 

2  The  eye  that  rolled  in  irksome  night 
Beheld  His  face,  for  He  was  light ; 
The  opening  ear,  the  loosened  tongue, 
His  precept  heard,  His  praises  sung. 


CHRIST   OUR   PATTERN.  8l 

3  Demoniac  madness,  dark  and  wild, 
With  melancholy  transport  smiled  ; 
The  storm  of  horror  ceased  to  roll, 
And  reason  lightened  through  the  soul, 

4  His  touch  the  outcast  leper  healed, 
His  lips  the  sinner's  pardon  sealed  ; 
Warm  tears  o'er  Lazarus  He  shed, 
Then  spake  the  word  that  raised  the  dead. 

James  Montgomery  (1771  —  1854),  1797.     Ab. 
1 0  0  The  Meek ness  of  Ch  rist. 

1  How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine, 
That  in  Thy  meekness  used  to  shine, 
That  lit  Thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 

In  wondrous  love,  O  Son  of  God. 

2  O  who  like  Thee,  so  calm,  so  bright, 
So  pure,  so  made  to  live  in  light  ? 

O  who  like  Thee  did  ever  go 

So  patient,  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 

3  O  who  like  Thee,  so  humbly  bore 
The  scorn,  the  scoffs  of  men,  before  ? 
So  meek,  forgiving,  godlike,  high, 
So  glorious  in  humility  ? 

4  And  death,  that  sets  the  prisoner  free, 
Was  pang,  and  scoff,  and  scorn  to  Thee  ; 
Yet  love  through  all  Thy  torture  glowed, 
And  mercy  with  Thy  life-blood  flowed. 

5  O  in  Thy  light  be  mine  to  go, 
Illuming  all  my  way  of  woe  ; 
And  give  me  ever,  on  the  road. 

To  trace  Thy  footsteps,  O  my  God. 

Bp.  Arthur  Cleveland  Coxe  (i8i3 —         ),  1840.     Ab. 


82  CHRIST'S   WORKS  OF   MERCY. 

IfiC  C  M.  D. 

1UU  "0,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  Sea  /" 

i   O,  WHERE  is  He  that  trod  the  sea, 

O,  where  is  He  that  spake, 
And  demons  from  their  victims  flee, 

The  dead  their  slumbers  break  ; 
The  palsied  rise  in  freedom  strong, 

The  dumb  men  talk  and  sing, 
And  from  blind  eyes,  benighted  long, 

Bright  beams  of  morning  spring. 

2  O,  where  is  he  that  trod  the  sea, 

'Tis  only  He  can  save  ; 
To  thousands  hungering  wearily, 

A  wondrous  meal  He  gave  : 
Full  soon,  with  food  celestial  i^d, 

Their  mystic  fare  they  take  ; 
'Twas  springtide  when  He  blest  the  bread, 

And  harvest  when  He  brake. 

3  O,  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea, 

My  soul,  the  Lord  is  here  : 
L,et  all  Thy  fears  be  hushed  in  thee  : 

To  leap,  to  look,  to  hear, 
Be  thine  :  thy  needs  He'll  satisfy  : 

Art  thou  diseased,  or  dumb? 
Or  dost  thou  in  thy  hunger  cry  ? 

"  I  come,"  said  Christ,  "  I  come." 

Rev.   Thomas  Toke  Lynch  (1818— 1871),  1855.     Ah.  and  si.  alt. 

107  C.M.D. 

lv  1         The  Demoniac  oj  Gadara. — Mark  v.  i — 21. 

i  The  winds  were  howling  o'er  the  deep, 
Each  wave  a  watery  hill  ; 
The  Saviour  wakened  from  His  sleep  : 
He  spa  lie,  and  all  was  still. 


CHRIST'S   WORKS  OF    MKRCY.  83 

The  madman  in  a  tomb  had  made 

His  mansion  of  despair  ; 
Woe  to  the  traveller  who  strayed 

With  heedless  footsteps  there. 

2  The  chains  hung  broken  from  his  arm. 

Such  strength  can  hell  supply  ; 
And  fiendish  hate,  and  fierce  alarm, 

Flashed  from  his  hollow  eye. 
He  met  that  glance  so  thrilling  sweet, 

He  heard  those  accents  mild  ; 
And,  melting  at  Messiah's  feet, 

Wept  like  a  weaned  child. 

3  O,  madder  than  the  raving  man, 

O,  deafer  than  the  sea  : 
How  long  the  time  since  Christ  began 

To  call  in  vain  to  me. 
Yet  could  I  hear  Him  once  again, 

As  I  have  heard  of  old, 
Methinks  He  should  not  call  in  vain 

His  wanderer  to  the  fold. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783— 1826),  1827.     Ab. 

Iftfl  C.  M.D. 

1 U  O  The  Fello  wsh  ip  of  Suffering. 

j  O  Lord,  when  we  the  path  retrace 

Which  Thou  on  earth  hast  trod, 
To  man  Thy  wondrous  love  and  grace, 

Thy  faithfulness  to  God  :— 
Thy  love,  by  man  so  sorely  tried, 

Proved  stronger  than  the  grave  ; 
The  very  spear  that  pierced  Thy  side 

Drew  forth  the  blood  to  save. 

2  Unmoved  by  Satan's  subtle  wiles, 
Or  suffering,  shame,  and  loss, 


84  OUR   EXAMPLE. 

Thy  path  uncheered  by  earthly  smiles, 

Led  only  to  the  cross, 
Give  us  Thy  meek,  Thy  lowly  mind  : 

We  would  obedient  be  ; 
And  all  our  rest  and  pleasure  find 

In  fellowship  with  Thee. 

James  George  Deck  (1802—1883),  1838.     Ab. 

inQ  C.  M.D. 

lUw/  "In  His  tra in . ' ' 

i  The  Son  of  God  goes  forth  to  war 

A  kingly  crown  to  gain  ; 
His  blood-red  banner  streams  afar  ; 

Who  follows  in  His  train  ? 
Who  best  can  drink  His  cup  of  woe 

Triumphant  over  pain, 
Who  patient  bears  His  cross  below — 

He  follows  in  his  train. 

2  The  martyr,  first,  whose  eagle  eye 

Could  pierce  beyond  the  grave  ; 
Who  saw  his  Master  in  the  sky, 

And  called  on  Him  to  save. 
Like  Him,  with  pardon  on  his  tongue, 

In  midst  of  mortal  pain, 
He  prayed  for  them  that  did  the  wrong  : 

Who  follows  in  His  train  ? 

3  A  glorious  band,  the  chosen  few, 

On  whom  the  Spirit  came  ; 
Twelve  valiant   saints,   their   hope  they 
knew, 

And  mocked  the  cross  and  flame. 
They  met  the  tyrant's  brandished  steel, 

The  lion's  gory  mane  ; 
They  bowed  their  necks  the  death  to  feel  : 

Who  follows  in  their  train  ? 


GBTHSEMANH   AND  CALVARY.  85 

\  A  noble  army,  men  and  boys, 
The  matron  and  the  maid, 
Around  the  Saviour's  Throne  rejoice, 

In  robes  of  light  arrayed. 
They  climbed  the  steep  ascent  of  heaven, 

Through  peril,  toil,  and  pain  ; 
O  God  !  to  us  may  grace  be  given 
To  follow  in  their  train  ! 

Bp.  Reg:nald  Heber  (1783— 1826),  1827. 
llw  Christ  in  Gcthsemane. 

i   'Tis  midnight  ;  and  on  Olive's  brow 
The  star  is  dimmed  that  lately  shone  : 
'Tis  midnight ;  in  the  garden,  now, 
The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight ;  and  from  all  removed, 

The  Saviour  wrestles  lone  with  f°ars  ; 
E'en  that  disciple  whom  He  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master's  grief  and  tears. 

3  'Tis  midnight ;  and  for  others'  guilt 

The  Man  of  Sorrows  weeps  in  blood  ; 
Yet  He  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 
Is  not  forsaken  by  His  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight ;  and  from  ether-plains 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know  ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 

That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's  woe. 

Rev.  William  Bingham  Tappan  (1794 — 1849),  x822. 
Ill  The  th ree  Mo u n ta  in s . 

i  When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 
God  descend  in  majesty, 
To  proclaim  His  holy  lay, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 


86  CONDESCENSION   OF  CHRIST. 

2  When,  in  ecstasy  sublime, 
Hermon's  glorious  steep  I  climb, 
At  the  too  transporting  light, 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God,  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Full  of  beauty,  truth  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  forever  stay, 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away. 
Thou  art  Heaven  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1S12.     SI.  alt. 


112 


H.  M. 
The  debt  of  love. 

Come,  ev'ry  pious  heart 

That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 

Your  noblest  powers  exert 
To  celebrate  His  fame  : 

Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 

The  debt  of  love  to  Him  you  owe. 

He  left  His  starry  crown, 

And  laid  His  robes  aside  ; 
On  wings  of  love  came  down, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  ; 
What  He  endured,  O  who  can  tell, — 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell  ! 

From  the  dark  grave  He  rose, 

The  mansions  of  the  dead  ; 
And  thence  His  mighty  foes 

In  glorious  triumph  led  : 
Up  through  the  sky  the  Conqu'ror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour-God. 


THE   TRIUMPHAL   ENTRY.  87 

From  thence  He'll  quickly  come, 

His  chariot  will  not  stay, 
And  bear  our  spirits  home 

To  realms  of  endless  day  : 
There  shall  we  see  His  lovely  face 
And  ever  be  in  His  embrace. 

Rev.  Samuel  Stennett  (1727 — 1795),  1787.     Ab. 


L.  M. 

The  Triumphal  Entry  into  Jerusalem. 

Matt.  xxi.  1 — n. 


113 

i   Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
Hark,  all  the  tribes  Hosanna  cry  ; 
O  Saviour  meek,  pursue  Thy  road 
|| :  With    palms    and   scatter'd    garments 
strow'd.:|| 

2  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp,  ride  on  to  die  : 

O  Christ,  Thy  triumphs  now  begin 
O'er  captive  death  and  conquered  sin. 

3  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
The  winged  squadrons  of  the  sky 

Look  down  with  sad  and  wondering  eyes 
To  see  the  approaching  sacrifice. 

4  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 

Thy  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh  : 
The  Father  on  his  sapphire  *  throne 
Expects  His  own  anointed  Son. 

5  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
In  lowly  pomp,  ride  on  to  die  : 
Bow  Thy  meek  head  to  mortal  pain, 
Then  take,  O  God,  Thy  power,  and  reign. 

Rev.  Henry  Hart  Milman  (1791— 1868),  1827.     Air. 


88  CHRIST   CRUCIFIED. 

114.  LM 

Hi  "  Vcxilla  Regis  prodcunt." 

i  The  royal  banners  forward  go, 
The  cross  shines  forth  in  mystic  glow  : 
Where  He  in  flesh,  our  flesh  who  made, 
Our  sentence  bore,  our  ransom  paid. 

2  Where  deep  for  us  the  spear  was  dyed, 
Life's  torrent  rushing  from  His  side, 
To  cleanse  us  in  the  precious  flood 
Of  water  mingled  with  His  blood. 

3  O  tree  of  glory,  tree  most  fair, 
Ordained  those  holy  limbs  to  bear, 
How  bright  in  purple  robe  it  stood, 
The  purple  of  a  Saviour's  blood  ! 

4  Upon  its  arms,  so  widely  flung, 

The  weight  of  this  world's  ransom  hung  : 
The  price  which  none  but  He  could  pay, 
And  spoiled  the  spoiler  of  his  prey. 

5  To  Thee,  Eternal  Three  in  One, 
Let  homage  meet  by  all  be  done  : 
As  by  the  cross  Thou  dost  restore, 
So  rule  and  guide  us  evermore. 

Venantius  Fortunatus  (530 — 609),  c.  575. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818—1866),  1851.     Ab.  and  alt. 

11 K  LM 

110  "The wondrous  Cross** 

i  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross. 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 
Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  : 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  His  blood. 


CHRIST   CRUCIFIED.  89 

3  See,  from  His  head,  His  hands,  His  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  : 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

1  His  dying  crimson,  like  a  robe, 

Spreads  o'er  His  body  on  the  tree ; 
Then  I  am  dead  to  all  the  globe, 
And  all  the  globe  is  dead  to  me. 

5  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709 

11C  CM 

11 U  Before  the  Cross. 

i  Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
And  did  my  Sov' reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

j  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 
And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face, 

While  His  dear  cross  appears  : 
Dissolve,  my  heart,  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt,  mine  eyes,  to  tears. 


90  CHRIST  CRUCIFIED. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  ; 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709.     Ab. 

117  c  M 

ill  I  Kneeling  at  the  Cross. 

i  O,  Jesus,  sweet  the  tears  I  shed, 
While  at  Thy  cross  I  kneel, 
Gaze  on  Thy  wounded,  fainting  head, 
And  all  Thy  sorrows  feel. 

2  My  heart  dissolves  to  see  Thee  bleed, 

This  heart  so  hard  before  ; 
I  hear  Thee  for  the  guilty  plead, 
And  grief  o'erflow7sthe  more. 

3  'Twas  for  the  sinful  Thou  didst  die. 

And  I  a  sinner  stand  ; 
What  love  speaks  from  Thy  dying  eye, 
And  from  each  pierced  hand. 

4  I  know  this  cleansing  blood  of  Thine 

Was  shed,  dear  Lord,  for  me  : 
For  me,  for  all,  O  Grace  divine, 
Who  look  by  faith  on  Thee. 

5  O  Christ  of  God,  O  spotless  Lamb, 

By  love  my  soul  is  drawn  ; 
Henceforth,  for  ever,  Thine  I  am  ; 
Here  life  and  peace  are  born. 

6  In  patient  hope,  the  cross  I'll  bear, 

Thine  arm  shall  be  my  stay  ; 
And  Thou,  enthroned,  my  soul  shalt  spare, 
On  Thy  great  judgment-day. 

Rev.    Ray  Palmer  (i£oS— 1887),  1867. 


CHRIST   CRUCIFIED.  <jl 

118  -m 

i   Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 
Nailed  to  the  shameful  tree  : 
How  vast  the  love  that  Him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  thee  ! 

2  Hark,    how     He     groans,    while    nature 

shakes, 
And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  ; 
The  temple's  veil  in  sunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  done,  the  precious  ransom's  paid, 

"  Receive  my  soul,"   He  cries  : 
See  where  He  bows  His  sacred  head, 
He  bows  His  head  and  dies. 

4  But   soon    He'll   break   death's    envious 

And  in  full  glory  shine  :  [chain, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  was  ever  pain, 
Was  ever  love  like  Thine  ? 

Rev.  Samuel  Wesley  (1662 — 1735),  1709. 

110  L-  M- 

liv2  ''Our  Lord  is  Crucified." 

i  O  come,  and  mourn  with  me  awhile  ; 
O  come  ye  to  the  Saviour's  side  ; 
O  come,  together  let  us  mourn  ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

2  Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  Him, 

While  soldiers  scoff  and  Jews  deride  ? 
Ah,  look  how  patiently  He  hangs  : 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

3  How  fast  His  hands  and  feet  are  nailed 

His  throat  with  parching  thirst  is  dried 
His  failing  eyes  are  dimmed  with  blood 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 


92  CHRIST'S   RESURRECTION. 

4.  Seven  times  He  spake,   seven   words  of 
love  ; 
And  all  three  hours  His  silence  cried 
For  mercy  on  the  souls  of  men  ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

5  Come,  let  us  stand  beneath  the  cross  ; 

So  may  the  blood  from  out  His  side 
Fall  gently  on  us  drop  by  drop  : 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

6  A  broken  heart,  a  fount  of  tears 

Ask,  and  they  will  not  be  denied  ; 
Lord,  Jesus,  may  we  love  and  weep, 
Since  Thou  for  us  art  crucified. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  (1814— 1863),  1849.     Ab.  and  alt. 
Inj  \J  "Salve  festa  dies" 

i   '  ■  Welcome,  happy  morning, ' '  age  to  age 
shall  say  ; 
Hell  to  day  is  vanished,  Heaven  is  won 

to-day  ! 
Lo  !  the   Dead   is    Living,    God    forever 

more  ; 
Him,  their  true   Creator,  all  His  works 
adore ! 

4 'Welcome,  happy  morning,"  age 

to  age  shall  say  ; 
Hell  to-day  is  vanquished,  Heaven 

is  won  to-day  ! 
Lo  !  the  Dead  is  Living,   God  for 

evermore  ; 
Him,   their  true   Creator,    all    his 

works  adore  ! 


CHRIST   LIVES   AGAIN.  93 

2  Earth  her  joy  confesses,  clothing  her  for 

spring, 

All  good  gifts  returned  with  her  returning 
King  : 

Bloom  in  every  meadow,  leaves  on  every 
bough, 

Speak   His  sorrows  ended,  hail   His   tri- 
umph now. 
11  Welcome,  happy  morning,"  etc. 

3  Thou,    of   life   the   Author,    death   didst 

undergo. 
Tread    the    path     of    darkness,     saving 

strength  to  show  : 
Come  then,  True  and  Faithful,  now  fulfil 

Thy  word  : 
'Tis  Thine  own  third  morning,  rise,  my 

buried  Lord  ! 
11  Welcome,  happy  morning,"  etc. 

4  Loose  the  souls  long  prisoned,  bound  with 

Satan's  chain  ; 
All  that  now  is  fallen  raise  to  life  again  ; 
Show   Thy    face    in  brightness,    bid    the 

nations  see, 
Bring   again   our   daylight :  day   returns 

with  Thee  ! 
"Welcome,  happy  morning,"  etc. 

Venantius  Fortunatus(58o — 609), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Ellison  (1826—        ),  1869.     Ab. 

191  CM 

1^1  "Ich  sage  jedcm,  class  Er  ledt." 

i  I  say  to  all  men,  far  and  near, 
That  He  is  risen  again  ; 
That  He  is  with  us  now  and  here, 

And  ever  shall  remain. 


94  HE   LIVES    AGAIN. 

2  And  what  I  say,  let  each  this  morn 

Go  tell  it  to  his  friend, 
That  soon  in  every  place  shall  dawn 
His  Kingdom  without  end. 

3  The  fears  of  death  and  of  the  grave 

Are  whelmed  beneath  the  sea, 
And  every  heart,  now  light  and  brave, 
May  face  the  things  to  be. 

4  The  way  of  darkness  that  He  trod 

To  Heaven  at  last  shall  come, 

And  he  who  hearkens  to  His  Word 

Shall  reach  His  Father's  home. 

Friedrich  von   Hardenberg  (1772 — 1801),  1799. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth  (1827—1878),  1858.     Ab. 

JkhlM  "He  is  not  here." — Mark  xvi.  6. 

i   ' 'Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day," 

Sons  of  men  and  angels  say. 

Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high  ; 
||:  Sing,  ye  heavens  ;  and  earth,  reply.  :|| 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won. 
Lo,  our  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er  ; 
Lo,  He  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell ; 
Death  in  vain  forbids  His  rise  : 
Christ  has  opened  Paradise. 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  : 
Where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Once  He  died  our  souls  to  savd  : 
Where  thy  victory,  O  grave  ? 


HE    LIVES   AGAIN.  95 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led. 
Following  our  exalted  Head  : 
Made  like  Him,  like  Him  we  rise  ; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

5  Hail,  the  Lord  of  earth  and  Heaven  ! 
Praise  to  thee  by  both  be  given  : 
Thee  we  greet  triumphant  now  ; 
Hail,  the  Resurrection  Thou  ! 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),    1739.     Ab. 

1«Q  CM. 

JLfaJw  lkI know  that  my  Redeemer  lutein." 

i  I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
And  ever  prays  for  me  ; 
A  token  of  His  love  He  gives, 
A  pledge  of  liberty. 

2  I  find  Him  lifting  up  my  head  ; 

He  brings  salvation  near  ; 
His  presence  makes  me  free  indeed, 
And  He  will  soon  appear. 

3  He  wills  that  I  should  holy  be  : 

What  can  withstand  His  will  ? 
The  counsel  of  His  grace  in  me, 
He  surely  shall  fulfill. 

4  Jesus,  I  hang  upon  Thy  word  : 

I  steadfastly  believe 
Thou  wilt  return,  and  claim  me,  Lord, 
And  to  Thyself  receive. 

5  When  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  His, 

Of  paradise  possessed, 
I  taste  unutterable  bliss 
And  everlasting  rest. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley,  17*2.      Ab. 


96  HE   I.IVKS   AGAIN. 

19A  LM 

■L^^T  "Our  Lord  is  risen ." — Ps.  xxiv. 

i  Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 
Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 
The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led, 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 

2  There  His  triumphal  chariot  waits, 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay  : — 
11  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way. 

3  "  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light, 

And  wide  unfold  the  ethereal  scene  ; 
He  claims  these  mansions  as  his  right, 
Receive  the  King  of  glory  in." 

4  M  Who  is  this  King  of  glory,  who  ?" 

"The  Lord  that  all  His  foes  o'ercame  ; 
The  world,  sin,  death  and  hell  o'erthrew; 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name." 

5  Lo,  His  triumphal  chariot  waits  ; 

And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay: — 
"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heavenly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way." 

6  "  Who  is  this  King  of  glory,  who?" 

1 4  The   Lord    of   glorious   power    pos- 
sessed, 
The  King  of  saints  and  angels,  too  ; 
God  over  all,  forever  blest." 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1743.     Ab. 
125  "He  lives." 

i    "I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  :" 
What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives, 


ASCENDING.  97 

He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  ever  living  Head. 

He  lives  to  bless  me  with  His  love, 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above, 
He  lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed, 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

He  lives,  my  kind,  my  faithful  Friend, 
He  lives,  and  loves  me  to  the  end, 
He  lives,  and  while  He  lives  I'll  sing, 
He  lives,  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 

He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath, 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death, 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare, 
He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 

Rev.  Samuel  Medley  (1738 — 1799),  1789.     Ab. 

19C  a  7-  D- 

l^U  Mounting  in  Triumph. 

i  See,  the  Conquer' r  mounts  in  triumph, 

See  the  King  in  royal  state, 
Riding  on  thecloudsHis  chariot, 

To  His  heavenly  palace  gate, 
Hark,  the  choir  of  angel  voices 

Joyful  hallelujahs  sing, 
And  the  portals  high  are  lifted, 

To  receive  their  heav'nly  King. 

2  Who  is  this  that  comes  in  glory, 

With  the  trump  of  jubilee  ? 
Lord  of  battles,  God  of  armies, 

He  has  gained  the  victory  ; 
He  who  on  the  cross  did  suffer, 

He  who  from  the  grave  arose, 
He  has  vanquished  sin  and  Satan, 

He  by  death  has  spoiled  His  foes. 


98  ASCENDING   AND   GLORIKIICD. 

3  Thou  hast  raised  our  human  nature, 

On  the  clouds  to  God's  right  hand, 
There  we  sit  in  heavenly  places, 

There  with  Thee  in  glory  stand  ; 
Jesus  reigns  adored  by  angels, 

Man  with  God  is  on  the  throne, 
Mighty  Lord,  in  Thine  ascension 

We  by  faith  behold  our  own. 

4  Lift  us  up  from  earth  to  Heaven, 

Give  us  wings  of  faith  and  love, 
Gales  of  holy  aspiration 

Wafting  us  to  realms  above  ; 
That,  with  hearts  and  minds  uplifted, 

We  with  Christ  our  Lord  may  dwell, 
Where  He  sits  enthroned  in  glory 

In  the  heavenly  citadel. 

5  So  at  last,  when  He  appeareth, 

We  from  out  our  graves  may  spring, 
With  our  youth  renewed  like  eagles', 

Flocking  round  our  heavenly  King, 
Caught  up  on  the  clouds  of  Heaven, 

And  may  meet  Him  in  the  air, 
'Rise  to  realms  where  He  is  reigning, 

And  may  reign  forever  there. 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth  (1807^1885),  1S62.     Ab. 


127 


7.  D. 
Ch  rist  ri  '-a  seen  ding, 

Haiiv  the  day  that  sees  him  rise, 
Ravish' d  from  our  wishful  eyes  ; 
Christ  awhile  to  mortals  giv'n, 
Re-ascends  His  native  Heav'n. 
There  the  glorious  triumph  waits, 
Lift  your  heads  eternal  gates  ; 


ASCENDING    AND    GLORIFIED.  99 

|| :  Wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene, 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in.:|| 

2  Him  though  highest  Heaven  receives, 
Still  He  loves  the  earth  He  leaves  : 
Though  returning  to  His  throne, 

Still  He  calls  mankind  His  own. 
See,  He  lifts  His  hands  above  ; 
See,  He  .shows  the  prints  of  love  ; 
Hark,  His  gracious  lips  bestow 
Blessings  on  His  Church  below. 

3  Still  for  us  His  death  He  pleads  ; 
Prevalent,  He  intercedes  ; 
Near  Himself  prepares  our  place, 
Harbinger  of  human  race. 

Lord,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
High  above  }Ton  azure  height, 
Grant  our  hearts  may  thither  rise, 
Following  Thee  beyond  the  skies. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 17SS),  1739.     Ab. 

IrtQ  7.  D. 

ImJ  "Our  Brother  glorified." — 1  Tim.  iii.  16. 

i  Christ  to  Heaven  is  gone  before 
In  the  body  here  He  wore  ; 
He  that  as  our  Brother  died, 
Is  our  Brother  glorified. 
Fear  not,  ye  of  little  faith, 
For  He  hath  abolished  death  ; 
Death,  no  longer  now  we  die, 
We  but  follow  Christ  on  high. 

2  And  before  each  fainting  one, 
Dreading  the  dark  way  alone, 
Now  appear  His  footsteps  bright, 
Far  diffusing  holiest  light. 


IOO  ENTHRONF.n 

As  our  Shepherd  He  is  there, 
With  the  comfort  of  His  care  ; 
Fear  no  evil,  doubt  no  more, 
Christ  to  Heaven  is  gone  before. 

George  Hawson  (1807 — 1885),  1857.     Ab. 

19Q  SM 

Jj4tJ  "Asccndrns  in  altutn  Dominus" 

i  The  Lord  on  high  ascends, 
Once  more  to  take  His  seat  : 
Celestial  powers  rejoicing  fly, 
His  glad  return  to  greet. 

2  The  mighty  battle  gained, 

The  world's  great  prince  undone, 
Before  His  Father  He  presents 
The  mortal  palm  He  won. 

3  Upborne  above  the  clouds, 

Sweet  hope  He  sheds  on  all  : 
He  flings  the  gates  of  Eden  back, 
Shut  fast  by  Adam's  fall. 

4  To  our  Redeemer's  name 

All  thanks  and  praise  be  given, 
That  He  hath  borne  our  mortal  shape, 
To  tread  the  courts  of  Heaven. 

5  May  we,  while  waiting  Christ, 

To  heavenly  works  arise, 
And  ever  live  such  saintly  lives, 
That  wTe  may  reach  the  skies. 

Ambrose  of  Milan  fa|0- 
Tr.  by  Rev.   Robert  Corbet  Singleton,  1S70.     Ab, 


8.  8.  4. 
,  0  Christ.*1 


130 

i  Sov1  reign  of  Heaven,  who  didst  prevail 
O'er  death  and  with  Thv  life  blood  dve 


CROWNED.  TOI 

The  path  by  which  we  hope  to  scale 
Yon  starry  sky. 

2  Look  down  in  mercy  from  Thy  throne 

At  God's  right  hand,  O  Lord,  and  see 
Us  who  are  lingering  here  alone, 
Orphaned  of  Thee. 

3  Hear  us,  O  Christ,  for  we  were  born 

Out  of  the  travail  of  Thy  soul  ; 
When  by  the  spear  Thy  side  was  torn 
To  make  us  whole. 

^  Thy  toils  and  anguish  at  an  end, 

Thou  wearest  now7  a  glorious  crown  ; 
The   hour  is  come  ;    send,  Saviour,  send 
The  Spirit  down. 

C.  Stuart  Calveriey  (         —  1884),  1872.    Ab. 

■I  qi  8.  7.  4. 

JLwl      " He  shall  reign  forever  and  ever ." — Rev.  xi.  15. 

i  Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious, 
See  "  the  Man  of  Sorrows"  now  ; 

From  the  fight  returned  victorious, 
Ev'ry  knee  to  Him  shall  bow  ; 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him  ; 

Crowns  becomes  the  Victor's  brow. 

2  Crown  the  Saviour,  angels,  crown  Him  ■ 

Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings  : 
In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  Him, 

While  the  vault  of  Heaven  rings  : 
Crown  Him,  crown  Him  ; 

Crown  the  Saviour   "  King  of  kings." 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  Him, 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim  ; 
Saints  and  angels  crowd  around  Him, 
Own  His  title,  praise  His  Name  : 


J2  WORSHIPl'KI). 

Crown  Him,  crown  Him  ; 

Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame. 

Hark,  those  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark,  those  loud  triumphant  chords  ! 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station  : 

O  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 
Crown  Him,  crown  Him  ; 

"  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords." 

R.:v.  Thomas  Kelly  (1769— 1S55;,  1806. 


132 


6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.  4. 
Reigning  in  Light. 

Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 
Into  Thy  native  skies  ; 

Assume  Thy  right ; 
And  where,  in  many  a  fold, 
The  clouds  are  backward  roll'd, 
Pass  thro'  those  gates  of  gold, 

And  reign  in  l?ght. 

Victor  o'er  death  and  hell, 
Cherubic  legions  swell 

The  radiant  train  : 
Praises  all  Heaven  inspire  ; 
Each  angel  sweeps  his  lyre, 
And  claps  his  wings  of  fire, 

Thou  Lamb  once  slain. 

Enter,  incarnate  God  ! 

No  feet  but  Thine  have  trod 

The  serpent  down  ! 
Blow  the  full  trumpets,  blow, 
Wider  yon  portals  throw. 
Saviour,  triumphant,  g<>, 

And  take  Thy  crown. 


133 


WORSHIPPED.  IOj 

Lion  of  Judah,  Hail  ! 
And  let  Thy  Name  prevail 

From  age  to  age  : 
Lord  of  the  rolling  years, 
Claim  for  Thine  own  the  spheres, 
For  Thou  hast  bought  with  tears 

Thy  heritage. 

Matthew  Bridges  (iScc—        ),  i8.»8.    Ab. 

6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.  4. 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb  .''' 

Glory  to  God  on  high, 
Let  praises  fill  the  sky  ! 

Praise  ye  His  Name. 
Angels  His  Name  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore, 
And  saints  cry  evermore, 

4 'Worthy the  Lamb  !" 
All  the}'  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  His  Name. 
We  who  have  felt  His  blood 
Sealing  our  peace  with  God, 
Spread  His  dear  fame  abroad  : 

'  'Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 
Join  all  the  human  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless  ; 

Praise  ye  His  Name  ! 
In  Him  we  will  rejoice, 
Making  a  cheerful  noise, 
And  say  with  heart  and  voice, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 
Though  we  must  change  our  place, 
Our  souls  shall  never  cease 

Praising  His  Name  ; 


104  ADORED. 

To  Him  we'll  tribute  bring, 
Laud  Him  our  gracious  King, 
And  without  ceasing  sing, 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 

Rev.  James  Allen  (1734 — 1S04),  1761.    Ab. 
1J  i       "And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. "—Acts  x.  36. 

i  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  Name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall, 
||:  Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all.  :|| 

2  Crown  Him,  ye  morning  stars  of  light, 

Who  fixed  this  floating  ball  ; 
Now  hail  the  strength  of  Israel's  might, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Crown  Him,  ye  martyrs  of  your  God, 

Who  from  His  altar  call  ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  vSeed  of  Israel's  chosen  race, 

Ye  ransomed  of  the  fall, 
Hail  Him,  who  saves  you  by  His  grace, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

5  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall, 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  His  fee4,. 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  Him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  Him  Lord  of  all. 

Rev.  Edward  Perrenot  (         — ]792).  17^0.     Ab.  and  alt 


135 


CHRIST    EXAI/TED.  I05 

H.   M. 
"The  Lot  ct  is  King. ' ' 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King, 

Your  Lord  and  King  adore  ; 
Mortals  give  thanks  and  sing, 

And  triumph  evermore  : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice. 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

2  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

The  God  of  truth  and  love  ; 
When  He  had  purged  our  stains, 

He  took  His  seat  above  : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

3  His  kingdom  cannot  fail, 

He  rules  o'er  earth  and  Heaven  ; 
The  keys  of  death  and  hell 

Are  to  our  Jesus  given  : 
Lift  up  your  heart,  lift  up  your  voice, 
Rejoice,  again  I  say,  rejoice. 

4  Rejoice  in  glorious  hope  ; 

Jesus,  the  Judge,  shall  come, 
And  take  His  servants  up 

To  their  eternal  home  : 
We  soon  shall  hear  the  archangel's  voice, 
The  trump  of  God  shall  sound,  Rejoice. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1748.       Ab 
IJO  Jesus  lebt. 

1  JESUS  lives  !  no  longer  now 

Can  thy  terrors,  Death,  appal  us  ; 
Jesus  lives  !  by  this  we  know  Thou, 
O  Grave,  canst  not  enthral  us. 
Alleluia  ! 


106  CHRIST   EXAI/TED. 

2  Jesus  lives  !  henceforth  is  death 

But  the  gate  of  life  immortal  ; 
This  shall  calm  our  trembling  breath, 
When  we  pass  its  gloomy  portal. 
Alleluia ! 

3  Jesus  lives  !  for  us  He  died  ; 

Then,  alone  to  Jesus  living, 
Pure  in  heart  may  we  abide, 
Glory  to  our  Saviour  giving. 
Alleluia  ! 

4  Jesus  lives  !  our  hearts  know  well 

Naught  from  us  His  love  shall  sever  ; 
Life,  nor  death,  nor  powers  of  hell 
Tear  us  from  His  keeping  ever. 
Alleluia  ! 

5  Jesus  lives  !  to  Him  the  throne 

Over  all  the  world  is  given  : 
May  we  go  where  He  is  gone, 

Rest  and  reign  with  Him  in  Heaven. 
Alleluia  ! 

Christian  Furchtegott  Gellert  (1715— 1769),  1757- 
Tr.  by  Miss  Frances  Elizabeth  Cox  (1818 —         ),  1S41. 

1Q7  8.  S.  7.  D. 

10  1  lling  in  the  Heavens. — Ps.  cxxiii.  1. 

i  Upward,  where  the  stars  are  burnic 
Silent,  silent  in  their  turning, 

Round  the  never-changing  pole  ; 
Upward,  where  the  sky  is  brightest, 
Upward,  where  the  blue  is  lightest, 

Lift  I  now  my  longing  soul. 

2  Where  the  Land)  on  high  is  seated. 
By  ten  thousand  voices  greeted  : 

Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings. 


GONE    HACK   TO    HEAVEN.  107 

Son  of  man,  they  crown,  they  crown  Him, 
Son  of  God,  they  own,  they  own  Him  : 
With  His  Name  the  palace  rings. 

3  Blessing,  honor,  without  measure, 
Heavenly  riches,  earthly  treasure, 

Lay  we  at  His  blessed  feet. 
Poor  the  praise  that  now  we  render, 
Loud  shall  be  our  voices  yonder, 

When  before  His  throne  we  meet. 

Kev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808—1889),  1866.     Ab. 

1QQ  8.  7.  CI. 

JLwO  "  Raise  the  Anthem." 

i  Come,  ye  faithful,  raise  the  anthem, 

Cleave  the  skies  with  shouts  of  praise  : 
||  :  Sing  to  Him  who  found  the  ransom, 

Ancient  of  eternal  days  :  :  || 
God  eternal,  Word  Incarnate, 

Whom  the  Heaven  of  heavens  obeys, 

2  Ere  He  raised  the  lofty  mountains, 

Formed  the  sea,  or  built  the  sky, 
Love  eternal,  free  and  boundless, 

Forced  the  Lord  of  Life  to  die  ; 
Lifted  up  the  Prince  of  princes 

On  the  throne  of  Calvary. 

3  Now  on  those  eternal  mountains 

Stands  the  sapphire  throne,  all  bright, 
Where  unceasing  hallelujahs 

They  upraise,  the  sons  of  light  : 
Zion's  people  tell  His  praises, 

Victor  after  hard- won  fight. 

4  Bring  your  harps  and  bring  your  incense, 

Sweep  the  string  and  pour  the  lay  ; 


IOS  WORTHY    THE    LAMP,. 

Let  the  earth  proclaim  His  wonders, 

King  of  that  celestial  day  : 
He,  the  Lamb  once  slain,  is  worthy, 

Who  was  dead  and  lives  for  aye. 

Rev.  Job  Hupton  (1762, — 1849),  1808.     Ab 
Alt.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818—1866),  1851. 

ion  8-,7-61-P, 

i  Jesus,  Lord  of  Life  eternal, 

Taking  those  He  loved  the  best, 

Stood  upon  the  Mount  of  Olives, 
And  His  own  the  last  time  blest : 

Then,  though  He  had  never  left  it, 
Sought  again  His  Father's  breast. 

2  Knit  is  now  our  flesh  to  Godhead, 

Knit  in  everlasting  bands  : 
Call  the  world  to  highest  festal  : 

Floods  and  oceans,  clap  your  hands  : 
Angels,  raise  the  song  of  triumph  : 

Make  response,  ye  distant  lands. 

3  Loosing  death  with  all  its  terrors 

Thou  ascendedst  up  on  high  ; 
And  to  mortals,  now  immortal, 

Gavest  immortality, 
As  Thine  own  disciples  sawT  Thee 

Mounting  victor  to  the  sky. 

Joseph  of  the  Stadium  (        — 883), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale,  1862.     Al>    and  alt. 

lAfl  LM 

1  AW  "  The  Song  of  Songs." 

i  Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs, 

The  saints  in  Heaven  began  the  strain, 
The  homage  which  to  Christ  belongs  : 
"  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain  !' 


WORTHY    THE    LAMB.  I09 

2  Slain  to  redeem  us  by  His  blood, 

To  cleanse  from  every  sinful  stain, 
And  make  us  kings  and  priests  to  God  : 
li  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain!" 

3  To  Him,  enthroned  by  filial  right, 

All    power  in  Heaven  and   earth    pro- 
claim, 
Honor,  and  majesty,  and  might  : 

11  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain  !" 

4  Long  as  we  live,  and  when  we  die, 

And   while    in    Heaven   with  Him   we 
reign, 
This  song  our  song  of  songs  shall  be  : 
11  Worthy  the  Lamb,  for  He  was  slain!" 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1834,)  1853.     Ab.  ana  alt. 

1A1  CM 

111  "The  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life." — John  xiv.  6. 

i  Thou  art  the  Way  :  To  Thee  alone 
From  sin  and  death  we  flee  ; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  Thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth  :  Thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart  ; 
Thou  only  canst  inform  the  mind, 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life  :   the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  Thy  conquering  arm. 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  Thee 
Xor  death,  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life  : 

Grant  us  that  Way  to  know. 
That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win. 
Whose  joys  eternal  flow. 

Bp.  George  Washington  Doane  (1799  —  1 859 1 ,  1824. 


IIO  HOLY   SPIRIT   INVOKED. 

1A9  8.  7.D. 

X  jl  &  "  Love  Divine. 

i  Lovk  Divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  Heaven,  to  earth  come  down  ; 
Fix  in  us  Thy  humble  dwelling, 

All  Thy  faithful  mercies  crown  ; 
Jesus,  Thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure  unbounded  love  Thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 

Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe,  Thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast  ; 
Let  us  all  in  Thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  that  second  rest  ; 
Take  away  our  power  of  sinning, 

Alpha  and  Omega  be, 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Come,  Almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  Thy  life  receive  ; 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  Thy  temples  leave. 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  Thee  as  Thy  hosts  above, 
Pray,  and  praise  Thee  without  ceasing, 

Glory  in  Thy  perfect  love. 

4  Finish  then  Thy  new7  creation, 

Pure,  and  spotless  let  us  be  ; 
Let  us  see  Thy  great  salvation 

Perfectly  restored  in  Thee  : 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  Heaven  we  take  our  place, 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 

Lest  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708—1788),  1747.     St.  alt, 


143 


INVOKED.  211 

8.  7.  D. 
Prayer  for  Light. 

i   Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and  by  Thy  love's  revealing 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath  : 
The  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise, 
Scattering  all  the  night  of  nature, 

Pouring  eye-sight  on  our  eyes. 

2  Still  we  wait  for  Thine  appearing  ; 

Life  and  joy  Thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 

Every  poor,  benighted  heart : 
Come,  and  manifest  the  favor 

God  hath  for  our  ransomed  race  ; 
Come,  Thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour, 

Come,  and  bring  the  gospel-grace. 

3  Save  us  in  Thy  great  compassion, 

O  thou  mild,  pacific  Prince, 
Give  the  knowledge  of  salvation, 

Give  the  pardon  of  our  sins  ; 
By  thine  all-restoring  merit, 

Every  burdened  soul  release, 
Ever  weary,  wandering  spirit 

Guide  into  Thy  perfect  peace. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley,  1745. 
L.  M.  61. 
The  A  nointing  Spirit. 

I  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire, 
And  lighten  with  celestial  fire  ; 
Thou  the  anointing  Spirit  art, 
Who  dost  Thy  seven -fold  gifts  impart  ; 
Thy  blessed  unction  from  above, 
Is  comfort,  life,  and  fire  of  love. 


144 


IT2  HOLY    SPIRIT. 

2  Enable  with  perpetual  light 

The  dulness  of  our  blinded  sight ; 
Anoint  and  cheer  our  soiled  face 
With  the  abundance  of  Thy  grace  ;     ■ 
Keep  far  our  foes,  give  peace  at  home  ; 
Where  Thou  art  Guide,  no  ill  can  come. 

3  Teach  us  to  know  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Thee  of  both,  to  be  but  One  ; 
That  through  the  ages  all  along, 
This  still  may  be  our  endless  song  : 
All  praise,  with  all  the  heavenly  host, 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 

Rabanus  Maurus  (776 — 856), 
Tr.  by  Bp.  John  Cosin  (1594— 1672),  1627.     Alt. 


145 


L.  M. 

'  /  'ou\  Creator  Spirit  us.' 


Come,  O  Creator  Spirit  blest, 
And  in  our  souls  take  up  Thy  rest ; 
Come,  with  Thy  grace  and  heavenly  aid, 
To  fill  the  hearts  which  Thou  hast  made. 

Great  Comforter,  to  Thee  we  cry  ; 
O  highest  gift  of  God  most  high, 
O  Fount  of  life,  O  Fire  of  love, 
And  sweet  anointing  from  above  ! 

Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 
And  make  our  hearts  o'erflow  with  love  : 
With  patience  firm,  and  virtue  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 

Far  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
And  grant  us  Thy  true  peace  instead  ; 
So  shall  we  not,  with  Thee  for  Guide, 
Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside. 

inus  Maurus  (776 — 856), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall  (1814  — 1878),  1849.     Ab-  nml  ait- 


146 


HOLY   SPIRIT.  113 

L.   M. 
Prayer  for  Light  and  Guidance. 

i  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  peace  and  healing  from  above  ; 
Be  Thou  my  Light,  be  Thou  my  Guide, 
O'er  even-  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  The  light  of  truth  to  me  display, 
That  I  may  know  and  choose  my  way  ; 
Plant  holy  fear  within  my  heart, 
That  I  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Conduct  me  safe,  conduct  me  far, 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare  ; 
Lead  me  to  God,  my  final  Rest, 
In  His  enjoyment  to  be  blest. 

4  Lead  me  to  holiness,  the  road 

That  I  must  take  to  dwell  with  God  ; 
Lead  me  to  Christ,  the  living  Way, 
Nor  let  me  from  His  pastures  stray. 

Rev.  Simon  Browne  (1680 — 1732),  1720.     Ab.  and  alt 

147  l.m. 

IT  1  The  Operations  of  the  Spirit. 

i  Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 

And  sing  the  wonders  of  Thy  grace  ; 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlightened  by  Thy  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day  ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge,  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin 
Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 
And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew 


114  HOI^Y    vSPIRIT. 

4  The  troubled  conscience  knows  Thy  voice  ; 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  ; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709. 


148 


7.  7.  7.5. 
" Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite.'1 

i  Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite, 
Shine  upon  our  nature's  night 
With  Thy  blessed  inward  light, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 

2  We  are  sinful,  cleanse  us,  Lord  ; 
We  are  faint,  Thy  strength  afford  ; 
Lost,  until  by  Thee  restored, 

Comforter  Divine  ! 

3  Like  the  dew,  Thy  peace  distil  : 
Guide,  subdue  our  wayward  will, 

Things  of  Christ  unfolding  still, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 

4  In  us,  for  us,  intercede, 

And  with  voiceless  groaning  plead 
Our  unutterable  need, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 

5  In  us  "Abba,  Father,"  cry, 
Earnest  of  our  bliss  on  high, 
Seal  of  immortality, 

Comforter  Divine  ! 

6  Search  for  us  the  depths  of  God  ; 
Bear  us  up  the  starry  road, 

To  the  height  of  Thine  abode, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 

George  Rawson  (1807 — 1885),  l853-     Ah. 


HOLY    SPIRIT.  115 

■MQ  7.7.7.5. 

ITw  enly  Love:' 

i  Gracious  Spirit,  Holy  Ghost, 
Taught  by  Thee,  we  covet  most, 
Of  Thy  gifts  at  Pentecost, 
Holy,  heavenly  Love. 

2  Love  is  kind,  and  suffers  long, 
Love  is  meek,  and  thinks  no  wrong, 
Love  than  death  itself  more  strong 

Give  us  heavenly  Love. 

3  Prophecy  will  fade  away, 
Melting  in  the  light  of  day  ; 
Love  will  ever  with  us  stay  : 

Give  us  heavenly  Love. 

4  Faith  will  vanish  into  sight, 
Hope  be  emptied  in  delight ; 

Love  in  Heaven  will  shine  more  bright : 
Give  us  heavenly  Love. 

5  Faith  and  Hope  and  Love  we  see 
Joining  hand  in  hand  agree  ; 
But  the  greatest  of  the  three, 

And  the  best,  is  Love. 

Dp.  Christopher  Wordsworth  (1807— 1883),  1862.     Ab.  and  alt. 
10U  Prayer  for  Peace  and  Prsr. 

i  Gracious  Spirit,  Dove  divine, 
Let  Thy  light  within  me  shine  ; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  full  of  Heaven  and  love. 

2  Speak  Thy  pardoning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free, 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  His  precious  blood. 


Il6  PRAYER    FOR    UGHT. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart, 
Breathe  Thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  Thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way, 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine, 
Keep  me,  Lord,  forever  Thine. 

John  Stocker,  1776.     Ab. 
101  Light,  Power,  Joy. 

i   Holy  Ghost,  w7ith  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  the  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  ; 
Long  has  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine  ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine, 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne  ; 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 

Rev.  Andrew  Reed  (1787  —  1862),  1843.     Ab. 
lOfai  "  Granted  is  the  Saviour* s  Prayei 

i  Granted  is  the  Saviour's  prayer, 
Sent  the  gracious  Comforter, 

Promise  of  our  parting  Lord, 
Jesus,  to  His  Heaven  restored. 


PRAYKR    FOR    UGHT.  117 

2  Gcd,  the  everlasting  God, 
Makes  with  mortals  His  abode  ; 
Whom  the  heavens  cannot  contain, 
He  stoops  down  to  dwell  in  man. 

3  Never  will  He  thence  depart, 
Inmate  of  a  humble  heart ; 
Carrying  on  His  work  within, 
Striving  till  He  cast  out  sin. 

4  Come,  divine  and  peaceful  Guest, 
Enter  our  devoted  breast : 

Life  divine  in  us  renew, 
Thou  the  Gift  and  Giver,  too  ! 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708 -1788),  1739.     Ab.  and  alt. 

iro  s.  m. 

Xww  Piayer  for  Light  and  Love 

i  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

Let  Thy  bright  beams  arise, 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  minds, 
And  open  all  our  eyes. 

2  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

3  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

4  'Tis  Thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 


Il8  PRAYER    FOR    LIGHT. 

5  Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
Then  we  shall  know,  and  praise,  and  love 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 

Rev.  Joseph  Hart  (1712 — 1768),  1759.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 

1  C4.  S    M 

IvJ  i  The  Descent  of  the  Spirit. 

i  Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost, 
In  this  accepted  hour, 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  Thy  power. 

2  Like  mighty  rushing  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind, 
One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe. 

3  The  young,  the  old,  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above  ; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

4  Spirit  of  light,  explore, 

And  chase  our  gloom  away, 
With  lustre  shining  more  and  more 
Unto  the  perfect  day. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1819,  1825.     Ab. 

irr  cm. 

1JJ  "  The  Comforter  is  come.*1 

i   My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 
My  spirit  doth  rejoice 
In  God  my  Saviour,  and  my  God  ; 
I  hear  His  joyful  voice. 

2  Down  from  above  the  blessed  Dove 

Is  come  into  my  breast, 
To  witness  God's  eternal  love  : 
This  is  my  heavenly  feast. 


COMFORT   AND    LIGHT.  II9 

My  God,  my  reconciled  God, 

Creator  of  my  peace  : 
Thee  will  I  love,  and  praise,  and  sing, 

Till  life  and  breath  shall  cease. 

Rev.  John  Mason  (1634  — 1694),  1683.     Ab. 


156 


6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.  4. 
"  I'cni,  Sancte  Spiritus." 

i  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  love 
Shed  on  us  from  above 

Thine  own  bright  ray  ! 
Divinely  good  Thou  art ; 
Thy  sacred  gifts  impart, 
To  gladden  each  sad  heart  : 

O  come  to-day  ! 

2  Come,  tenderest  Friend,  and  best, 
Our  most  delightful  Guest, 

With  soothing  power  : 
Rest,  which  the  weary  know, 
Shade,  'mid  the  noontide  glow, 
Peace,  when  deep  griefs  o'erflow, 

Cheer  us,  this  hour  ! 

3  Come,  Light  serene,  and  still 
Our  inmost  bosoms  fill  ; 

Dwell  in  each  breast ; 
We  know  no  dawn  but  Thine  ; 
Send  forth  Thy  beams  divine, 
On  our  dark  souls  to  shine, 

And  make  us  blest  ! 

4  Come,  all  the  faithful  bless  ; 
Let  all  who  Christ  confess, 

His  praise  employ  : 


120  GOD'S  WORD. 

Give  virtue's  rich  reward  ; 
Victorious  death  accord, 
And,  with  our  glorious  Lord, 
Eternal  joy  ! 

Hermannus  Contractus?  (1013 — 1054), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Ray  Palmer  (1808—1887),  1858. 

l07  The  two  Revelations.— Vs.  xix. 

i  The:  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord, 
In  every  star  Thy  wisdom  shines  ; 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  Thy  Word, 
We  read  Thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days,  Thy  power  confess, 
But  the  blest  volume  Thou  hast  wTrit, 
Reveals  Thy  justice  and  Thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon  and  stars,  convey  Thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand  : 
So  when  Thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  shall  Thy  spreading  gospel  rest, 

Till  thro'  the  world  Thy  truth  has  run  ; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blessed 
That  see  the  light  and  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Bless  the   dark    world    with  heavenly 

light ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise, 

Thy    laws    are    pure,    Thy   judgments 

right. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674— 1748),  1719.     Ab. 

100  "(;<>d's  Word  our  Guide, 

i  God,  in  the  gospel  of  His  Son, 
Makes  His  eternal  counsels  known: 


GOD'S  WORD.  T2I 

Where  love  in  all  its  glory  shines, 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here  sinners,  of  a  humble  frame, 

May  taste  His  grace,  and  learn  His  Name; 

May  read,  in  characters  of  blood, 

The  wisdom,  power,  and  grace  of  God. 

3  Here  faith  reveals  to  mortal  eyes 
A  brighter  world  beyond  the  skies  ; 
Here  shines  the  light  which  guides  our 

way 
From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  da}'. 

4  O  grant  us  grace,  Almighty  Lord, 
To  read  and  mark  Thy  holy  Word  ; 
Its  truth  with  meekness  to  receive, 
And  by  its  holy  precepts  live. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Beddome  (171 7 — 1795V  1787.     Ab.  and  aH. 
Rev.  Thomas  Cotterill  (1779 — 1823),  1819.     Ab. 


153 


L.  M. 
Thanks  for  the  Gospel. 

i  Let  everlasting  glories  crown 

Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord  : 

Thy  hands  have  brought  salvation  down, 

And  writ  the  blessings  in  Thy  Word. 

2  In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 

Some  solid  ground  to  rest  upon  ; 
With  long  despair  the  spirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Christ  alone. 

3  How  well  Thy  blessed  truths  agree, 

How  wise  and  holy  Thy  commands  ; 
Thy  promises,  how  firm  they  be, 

How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  stands' 


122  GOD'S   WORD. 

4  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devise 
Assault  my  faith  with  treacherous  art, 
I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies,  ' 

And  bind  the  Gospel  to  my  heart. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674— 1748),  1709.    Ab. 
C.  M. 

1  £  fl        " The  Lighi  a nd  Glur-v  °fthc  u  'ord- ' ' 

1QU  Ps.  cxix.  123.     2  Cor.  iv.  4. 

i  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 
Majestic,  like  the  sun  ; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age, 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  hand,  that  gave  it,  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat  ; 
Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  Thine, 

For  such  a  bright  display, 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

4  My  soul  rejoices  to  pursue 

The  steps  of  Him  I  love, 
Till  glory  breaks  upon  my  view, 
In  brighter  worlds  above. 

William  Cow  per  (1731 — 1800),  1779.     Ab 
101    A  Lamp  and  a  Light— Ts.  cxix.  105.     2  Tim.  iii.  16. 

1  How  precious  is  the  Book  divine. 

By  inspiration  given  : 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine. 
To  guide  our  souls  to  Heaven. 

2  Us  light,  descending  from  above, 

Our  gloomy  world  to  cheer, 
Displays  a  Saviour's  boundless  love, 
And  brings  His  glories  near. 


GOD'S  WORD.  123 

3  It  shows  to  man  his  wandering  ways, 

And  where  his  feet  have  trod  ; 
And  brings  to  view  the  matchless  grace 
Of  a  forgiving  God. 

4  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 

5  This  lamp,  thro'  all  the  tedious  night 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 

Rev.  John  Fawcett  (1739 — 1S17J,  1782.     Ab. 
lUtal  The  Scriptures  our  only  Help  a>ul  Guide. 

i  L,aden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
I  fly  to  Thee,  my  Lord  ; 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  Thy  written  word. 

2  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  : 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise, 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 

3  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife, 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail  ; 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

4  O  may  Thy  counsels,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command  ; 
Nor  I  forsake  the  happy  road, 
That  leads  to  Thy  right  hand. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1709.     Ab. 


124  THE   GOSPEL   TRUMPET. 

100  "Holy  Bible,  Book  Divine  " 

i  Holy  Bible,  book  divine, 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine  ; 
Mine  to  tell  me  whence  I  came, 
Mine  to  teach  me  what  I  am. 

2  Mine  to  chide  me  when  I  rove, 
Mine  to  show  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
Mine  art  thou  to  guide  my  feet, 
Mine  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit. 

3  Mine  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless  ; 
Mine  to  show  by  living  faith 
Man  can  triumph  over  death. 

4  Mine  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
Iyight  and  life  beyond  the  tomb  ; 
Holy  Bible,  book  divine, 
Precious  treasure,  thou  art  mine. 

John  Burton  (1773 — 1822),  1805.     Alt. 

ICzL  H- M' 

10  I  "The  Year  of  Jubilee  is  come." 

i  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound ; 
L,et  all  the  nations  know, 
To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
|| :  The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home.  :|| 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High-Priest, 
Hath  full  atonement  made  ; 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rust, 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  : 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


SINNERS  INVITED.  1 25 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  all-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  in  His  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

4  Ye,  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above, 
Shall  have  it  back  unbought, 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

5  The  Gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace  ; 
And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 

Before  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1750.     Ab 

1CE  7-61- 

JLwW  "  Let  him  come  unto  Me."—- John  vii.  37. 

i  From  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  I  hear, 
Bursting  on  my  ravished  ear  : 
14  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come." 

2  4 '  Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne  ; 
Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 
On  My  pierced  body  laid, 
Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid  : 
Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 


126  SINNERS    INVITED. 

3  "  Spread  for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored  ; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  prest 

Yet  again  a  child  confest, 
Never  from  His  house  to  roam  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come 

4  ' '  Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end  ; 
Lo  !  I  come,  your  Saviour,  Friend, 
Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day, 

Up  to  My  eternal  home  : 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come." 

Rev.  Thomas  Haweis  (1732 — 1820),  1792 
X  0  0  Stan  ding  at  the  Door . 

i  O  Jesus,  Thou  art  standing 

Outside  the  fast- closed  door, 
In  lowly  patience  waiting 

To  pass  the  threshold  o'er  : 
Shame  on  us,  Christian  brethren, 

His  Name  and  sign  who  bear, 
O  shame,  thrice  shame  upon  us, 

To  keep  Him  standing  there  ! 

2  O  Jesus,  Thou  art  knocking  : 

And  lo,  that  hand  is  scarred, 
And  thorns  Thy  brow  encircle, 

And  tears  Thy  face  have  marred . 
O  love  that  passeth  knowledge, 

So  patiently  to  wait  ! 
O  sin  that  hath  no  equal, 

So  fast  to  bar  the  gate  ' 


i 


3  O  Jesus,  Thou  art  pleading 
In  accents  meek  and  low, 


167 


god's  great  mercy.  127 

11  I  died  for  you,  My  children, 

And  will  ye  treat  Me  so  ?' ' 
O  Lord,  with  shame  and  sorrow 

We  open  now  the  door  : 
Dear  Saviour,  enter,  enter, 

And  leave  us  never  more. 

Bp.  William  Walsham  How  (1823—        ),  1S54. 

8.  7.  D. 
Come  to  Jesus. 

i   There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy, 

Like  the  wideness  of  the  sea  : 
There's  a  kindness  in  His  justice, 

Which  is  more  than  liberty. 
There  is  welcome  for  the  sinner, 

And  more  graces  for  the  good  ; 
There  is  mercy  with  the  Saviour  ; 

There  is  healing  in  His  blood. 

2  There  is  plentiful  redemption 

In  the  blood  that  has  been  shed  ; 
There  is  joy  for  all  the  members 

In  the  sorrows  of  the  Head. 
If  our  love  were  but  more  simple, 

We  should  take  Him  at  His  word  ; 
And  our  lives  would  be  all  sunshine 

In  the  sweetness  of  our  Lord. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  (1814 — 1863),  1849.     Ab 


168 


8.  7.  D. 
1  In  Everything  by  Prayer" — Phil.  iv.  6. 

What  a  Friend  we  have  in  Jesus, 
All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear  ! 

What  a  privilege  to  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer  ! 

O  what  peace  we  often  forfeit, 
O  what  needless  pain  we  bear, 


128  THE   SORROWFUL   INVITED. 

All  because  we  do  not  carry 
Everything  to  God  in  prayer  ! 

2  Have  we  trials  and  temptations  ? 

Is  there  trouble  anywhere  ? 
We  should  never  be  discouraged — 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Can  we  find  a  friend  so  faithful, 

Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share  ? 
Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness  : 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

3  Are  we  weak  and  heavy  laden, 

Cumbered  with  a  load  of  care  ? 
Precious  Saviour,  still  our  refuge  ! 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Do  thy  friends  despise,  forsake  thee  ? 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer  ; 
In  His  arms  He'll  take  and  shield  thee  ; 

Thou  wilt  find  a  solace  there. 

Jo-eph  Scriven  (1829— 1886),  1855. 

ICQ  iLi0- 

ivJw  "Come,  ye  disconsolate. u 

i   Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  lan- 
guish, 
Come  to  the  mercy-seat,  fervently  kneel; 
Here   bring   your  wounded    hearts,    here 
tell  your  anguish, 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  that  Heaven  can- 
not heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  Light  of  the  straying, 
Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure  ; 

Here     speaks     the     Comforter,     tenderly 
saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  that  Heaven  can- 
not cure. 


THE   SORROWFUL   INVITED.  I29 

3  Here  see  the   Bread  of  Life,   see  waters 
flowing 
Forth    from   the   throne   of  God,  pure 
from  above  ; 
Come  to  the  feast  prepared,  come,   ever 
knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrows  but  Heaven  can 
remove. 

Thomas  Moore  (1779 — 1852),  1816.     Vs.  1,  2.     Alt. 
Thomas  Hastings  (1784 — 1872;,  .     V.  3. 


1  7H  14- 10- 

],  j  W  Christ  giving  Rest. 

i  Come   unto   me,    when   shadows    darkly 
gather, 
When  the   sad  heart  is  weary  and  dis- 
trest, 
Seeking  for  comfort  from   your  heavenly 
Father, 
Come   unto    me,   and    I  will    give   you 
rest. 

2  Large  are   the  mansions  in  thy  Father's 

dwelling, 
Glad  are  the  homes  that  sorrows  never 

dim, 
vSweet    are    the     harps    in     holy    music 

swelling, 
Soft    are    the    tones   which    raise    the 

heavenly  hymn. 

3  There,  like  an  Eden  blossoming  in  glad- 

ness, 
Bloom   the  fair   flowers   the   earth  too 
rudely  pressed  ; 


I30  RECLAIMING   GRACE. 

Come  unto  me  all  ye  who  droop  in  sad- 
ness, 
Come   unto   me,   and  I  will   give   you 
rest. 

Mrs.  Wm.  Catherine  E.  Esling  (       —       ),  1839.     Ab. 

mL.  M. 
"Return  !" — Jer.  xxxi.  18—20. 

i  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  thine  injured  Father's  face  ; 
Those  new  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart  ; 
Whose  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 
Whose  hand  can  heal  thine  inward  smart. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

He  heard  thy  deep  repentant  sigh, 
He  saw  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  intruding  ear  was  nigh. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live  ; 
Go  to  His  bleeding  feet,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

5  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear  ; 
'Tis  God  who  says,  "  No  longer  mourn," 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

Rev.  William  Bengo  Collyer  (1782— 1854),  1812.     Ab. 

i  HA  L.   M. 

1  /  £l  Christ  knocking  at  the  Door, — Caht.  v.  2.     Rev.  iii.  20. 

1    BEHOLD,  a  Stranger  at  the  door  ; 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before  ; 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still  : 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 


ENTREATY   AND   WARNING.  I3I 

2  O  lovely  attitude  !  He  stands 

With  melting  heart,  and  laden  hands  : 
O  matchless  kindness  !  and  He  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  His  foes. 

3  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine ; 
Turn  out  His  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  Sin  ; 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

4  Admit  Him,  for  the  human  breast 
Xe'er  entertained  so  kind  a  guest : 
Admit  Him,  ere  His  anger  burn  ; 
His  feet  departed,  ne'er  return  ! 

Rev.  Joseph  Grigg  (        —1768),  1765.     Ab.  and  alt 
1/0  "  The  one  Thing  needful." — Luke  x.  42. 

i  Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  God's  compassion  spares, 
While,  in  the  various  range  of  thought, 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot  ? 

2  Shall  God  invite  you  from  above  ? 
Shall  Jesus  urge  His  dying  love  ? 

Shall  troubled  conscience  give  you  pain  ? 
And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain  ? 

3  Not  so  your  eyes  will  always  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue, 
Not  so  will  heaven  and  hell  appear, 
When  death's  decisive  hour  is  near. 

4  Almighty  God,  Thy  grace  impart ; 
Fix  deep  conviction  on  each  heart ; 
Nor  let  us  waste  on  trifling  cares 

That  life  which  Thy  compassion  spares. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge   (1702 — 1751),  1755.     Ab.  and  alt. 


132  ENTREATY   AND   WARNING. 

1 74.  L.  M. 

JL  I    i  "Grieve  not  the  Spirit" 

i  Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control. 

2  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice, 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call  ; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light  ; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind  : 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

4  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  hardened,  self-destroying  man  ; 
Ye,  who  persist  His  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  His  voice  again. 

5  Sinner,  perhaps  this  very  da}T 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be  ; 
O  should' st  thou  grieve  Him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

Airs.  Ann  Bradley  Hyde  (1799 — 1872),  1S24.     Ab. 
I/O  "  The  Light  of  the  World." 

i  The  whole  world  was  lost  in  the   dark- 
ness of  sin  ; 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 
Like    sunshine    at    noonday     His    glory 
shone  in, 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 


FULIy   SALVATION.  133 

Chorus. 
Come  to  the  light,  'tis  shining  for  thee  ; 

Sweetly  the  Light  has  dawned  upon  me, 
Once  I  was  blind,  but  now  I  can  see  : 

The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 

2  Xo  darkness  have  we  who  in  Jesus  abide, 

The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 
We  walk  in  the  Light  when  we  follow  our 
Guide, 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. — Cho. 

3  Ye  dwellers  in  darkness  with  sin-blinded 

eyes, 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. 
Go,  wash  at  His  bidding,  and  light  will 
arise, 
The  Light  of  the  world  is  Jesus. — Cho. 

4  Xo  need  of  the  sunlight  in  heaven,  we're 

told, 
The  Light  of  that  world  is  Jesus. 
The    Lamb    is   the   light   in    the  City  of 
Gold, 
The  Light  of  that  world  is  Jesus. — Cho. 

Philip   P.   Bliss  (1838— 1876). 
176  "Only  Trust  II im." 

i   Come,  every  soul  by  sin  oppressed, 
There's  mere)-  with  the  Lord, 
And  He  will  surely  give  you  rest, 
By  trusting  in  His  word. 

Chorus. 
Only  trust  Him,  only  trust  Him, 
Only  trust  Him  now  ; 


134  FUI.Iv  SALVATION. 

He  will  save  you,  He  will  save  you, 
He  will  save  you  now. 

2  For  Jesus  shed  His  precious  blood 

Rich  blessings  to  bestow  ; 
Plunge  now  into  the  crimson  flood 
That  washes  white  as  snow. 

3  Yes,  Jesus  is  the  Truth,  the  Way, 

That  leads  you  into  rest ; 
Believe  in  Him  without  delay, 
And  you  are  fully  blest. 

Rev.  John  Hart  Stockton  (1813— 1877). 

mP.  M. 
"  The  joy  of  Faith.'" 

i   'Tis  the  promise  of  God,  full  salvation  to 
give 
Unto   him  who  on  Jesus,   His  Son,  will 
believe. 

Chorus. 

Hallelujah,  'tis  done  !  I  believe  on 
the  Son  ; 

I  am  saved  by  the  blood  of  the  cruci- 
fied One. 

2  Though  the  pathway  be  lonely,  and  dan- 

gerous too, 
Surely  Jesus  is  able  to  carry  me  through. 
— Cho. 

3  Many  loved  ones  have  I  in  yon  heavenly 

throng, 
They  are  safe  now  in  glory,  and  this  is 
their  song  : — Cho. 


GRIEVING   THE   SPIRIT.  135 

4  Little   children   I  see   standing  close   by 

their  King, 
And  He  smiles  as  their  song  of  salvation 
they  sing. — Clio. 

5  There    are   prophets    and   kings   in    that 

throng  I  behold, 
And  they  sing  as  they  march  through  the 
streets  of  pure  gold  : — Cho. 

6  There's  a  part  in  that  chorus  for  you  and 

for  me, 
And  the  theme  of  our  praises  forever  will 
be  : — Cho. 

Philip  P.  Bliss  (1838— 1876). 
178  "Delay  Not!" 

i  Delay   not,  delay  not  ;    O  sinner,  draw 
near, 
The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for 
thee  ; 
No   price   is   demanded,    the   Saviour   is 
here, 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is 
free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not ;  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus,  thy 
God? 
A  fountain  is  opened  : — how  canst  thou 
refuse 

To  wash  and  be  cleansed  in  His  pardon- 
ing blood  ? 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  to  come, 

For  mercy  still  lingers  and  calls  thee 
to-day  ; 


136  SALVATION  OFFERED. 

Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the 
tomb, 
Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass 
away. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not ;  the  Spirit  of  grace, 

Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  its 

sad  flight ; 

And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy 

race, 

To  sink  in  the  vale  of  eternity's  night. 

Thomas  Hastings  (1784 — 1872),  1S31. 

ITQ  PM- 

X  I  >J  The  Great  Physician. 

i  The  great  Physician  now  is  near, 
The  sympathizing  Jesus  : 
He  speaks  the  drooping  heart  to  cheer, 
O  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus. 

Chorus. 
Swreetest  note  in  seraph  song, 

Sweetest  Name  on  mortal  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung, 

Jesus,  blessed  Jesus. 

2  Your  many  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

0  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus  ; 

Go  on  your  way  in  peace  to  heaven, 
And  wear  a  crown  with  Jesus. — Clio. 

3  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb  ! 

1  now  believe  in  Jesus  ; 

I  love  the  blessed  Saviour's  Name, 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus. — Cho. 

I   His  name  dispels  my  guilt  and  fear 

No  other  Name  but  Jesus  ; 


PLEADING    IN   GLORY.  137 

O  how  my  soul  delights  to  hear 
The  precious  Name  of  Jesus  ! — Clio. 

5  And  when  to  that  bright  world  above, 
We  rise  to  see  our  Jesus, 
We'll  sing  around  the  throne  of  love 
His  Name,  the  Name  of  Jesus. — Cho. 

Rev.  William  Hunter  (         —         ),  1844.     Ab. 

-IQA  P.M. 

1C  v  Pleading  with  sinners. 

i   I  have  a  Saviour,  He's  pleading  in  glory, 
A    dear,    loving    Saviour    tho'     earth- 
friends  be  few  ; 
And  now  He  is  watching  in   tenderness 
o'er  me, 
And    O    that   my    Saviour   were   your 
Saviour  too  ! 

Chorus. 
For  you  I  am  praying, 
For  you  I  am  praying, 
For  you  I  am  praying, 
I'm  praying  for  you. 

2  I  have  a  Father  :  to  me  He  has  given 

A  hope  for  eternity,  blessed  and  true  ; 
And  soon  will  He  call  me  to  meet  Him  in 
Heaven  ; 
But  O  that  He'd  let  me  bring  you  with 
me  too  ! — Cho. 

3  I  have  a  peace  :  it  is  calm  as  a  river — 

A  peace  that  the  friends  of  this  world 
never  knew  ; 
My  Saviour  alone  is  its  Author  and  Giver, 
And  O  could  I   know  it  was  given  to 
vou  ! — Cho. 


I38  INVITATION. 

4  When  Jesus   has  found   you,  tell  others 
the  story, 
That  my  loving  Saviour  is  your  Sayiour 
too  ; 
Then  pray  that  your  Saviour  may  bring 
them  to  glory, 
And   prayer  will    be   answered — 'twas 
answered  for  you  ! — Cho. 

S.  O'Maley  Cluff  (        —        ),  Ab. 


181 


P.  M. 
Come  one,  come  all. 

i  Come  to  the  Saviour  now  ! 
He  gently  calleth  thee  ; 
In  true  repentance  bow  ; 

Before  Him  bend  the  knee. 
He  waiteth  to  bestow 

Salvation,  peace  and  love, 
True  joy  on  earth  below, 
A  home  in  heaven  above, 
Come,  come,  come  ! 

2  Come  to  the  Saviour  now  ! 

Ye  who  have  wandered  far, 
Renew  your  solemn  vow, 

For  His  by  right  you  are. 
Come,  like  poor  wandering  sheep 

Returning  to  His  fold  ; 
His  arm  will  safely  keep, 

His  love  will  ne'er  grow  cold. 
Come,  come,  come  ! 

3  Come  to  the  Saviour,  all  ! 

Whate'er  your  burdens  be  ; 
Hear  now  I  lis  loving  call — 
"  Cast  all  your  care  on  me." 


182 


INVITATION.  139 

Come,  and  for  every  grief 

In  Jesus  you  will  find 
A  sure  and  safe  relief, 

A  loving  Friend  and  kind. 
Come,  come,  come  ! 

John  M.  Wigner  (        —        ), 

6.  4. 
"  To-day." 

i  To-day  the  Saviour  calls : 
Ye  wanderers,  come ; 
O  ye  benighted  souls, 
Why  longer  roam. 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  : 

O  hear  Him  now  ; 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 

3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  : 

For  refuge  fly  ; 
The  storm  of  justice  falls, 
And  death  is  nigh. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day  : 

Yield  to  His  power  ; 
O  grieve  Him  not  away, 
'Tis  mercy's  hour. 

Rev.  Samuel  Francis  Smith  (1808 —         ),  1831. 
Alt.  by  Thomas  Hastings  (1784— 1872),  1831. 


8.  7.  D. 
Room  for  Jesus. 


183 

1  Have  you  any  room  for  Jesus, 
He  who  bore  your  load  of  sin  ; 
As  He  knocks  and  asks  admission, 
Sinner  will  you  let  Him  in  ? 


140  THE   GRACIOUS  SAVIOUR. 

Chorus. 
Room  for  Jesus,  King  of  glory, 

Hasten  now  His  word  obey, 
Swing  the  heart's  door  widely  open, 

Bid  Him  enter  while  you  may. 

2  Room  for  pleasure,  room  for  business, 

But  for  Christ  the  Crucified  ; 
Not  a  place  that  He  can  enter, 

In  your  heart  for  which  He  died  ? — Cho. 

3  Have  you  any  room  for  Jesus, 

As  in  grace  He  calls  again  ? 
O  to-day  is  time  accepted, 
To-morrow  you  may  call  in  vain. — Cho. 

4  Room  and  time  now  give  to  Jesus, 

Soon  w7ill  pass  God's  day  of  grace  • 
Soon  thy  heart  left  cold  and  silent, 
And  thy  Saviour's  pleading  cease. — 

Cho. 

Anonymous.     Arr.  by  W.  W.  D. 

1  QA  c  M 

10  1  "  The  Saviour  Calls."—  John  vii.  37. 

i  The  Saviour  calls,  let  every  ear 
Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear, 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 

2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Ye  sinners,  come,  'tis  mercy's  voice, 

The  gracious  call  obey  ; 
Mercy  invites  to  heavenly  joys, 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 


SALVATION    FREE.  141 

Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts, 

To  Thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  Thy  love  imparts, 

And  drink  and  never  die. 

Miss  Anne  Steele  (1717 — 1778),  1760.     Ab. 


185 


8.  7.  4. 
'  Come,  and  welcome.'1 


Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 
Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore  : 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  joined  with  power  : 

He  is  able,  He  is  able, 
||  :  He  is  willing,  doubt  no  more.  :  || 

Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 

All  the  fitness  He  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  Him  : 

This  He  gives  you  ; 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 
Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall ; 

If  you  tarry  till  you're  better, 
You  will  never  come  at  all  : 

Not  the  righteous, 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

L,o,  the  incarnate  God,  ascended, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  His  blood  : 

Venture  on  Him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

Kcv.  Joseph  Hart  (1712— 1766),  1759      Ab 


I42  HEADING   AND   REST. 

lflfi  8.5.8.3. 

*©W  KOTTOV  T£  Kal  K&fMTOV. 

i  Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid, 
Art  thou  sore  distrest  ? 
11  Come  to  me,"  saith  One,  "  and  coming- 
Be  at  rest  !" 

2  Hath  He  marks  to  lead  me  to  Him, 

If  He  be  my  Guide  ? 
"  In  His  feet  and  hands  are  wound-prints, 
And  His  side." 

3  Is  there  diadem,  as  Monarch, 

That  His  brow  adorns  ? 
"  Yea,  a  crown  in  very  surety, 
But  of  thorns." 

4  If  I  still  hold  closely  to  Him, 

What  hath  He  at  last  ? 
11  Sorrow  vanquished,  labor  ended, 
Jordan  past."  . 

5  If  I  ask  Him  to  receive  me, 

Will  He  say  me  nay  ? 
"  Not  till  earth,  and  not  till  Heaven 
Pass  away." 

Stephen  of  St.  Sabas  (725 — 794), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Nealc  (1818— 1866),  1&62.     Ab. 

10  I  "  The  gracious  Call."— Matt.  xi.  28—30. 

i  Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 

Come,  and  make  my  path  your  choice  ; 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  come. 

2  Thou  who,  houseless,  sole,  forlorn, 

Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn, 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  pilgrim,  hither  haste. 


HEALING   AND   REST.  143 

3  Ye  who,  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain  ; 
Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn  ; 

4  Hither  come,  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound, 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 

Mrs.  Anna  Laetitia  Barbauld  (1743 — 1825),  1792.      Ab.  and  alt. 
lOO  "The  night  cometh." — John  ix.  4. 

i  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  : 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Hasten  mercy  to  implore  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Ere  this  evening's  course  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

Rev.  Thomas  Scott  (        — 1776),  1773. 
IOC  Balm  in  Gilead. — Jer.  nil.  22. 

i  Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made  : 
Where  shall  the  sinner  find  a  cure  ? 
In  vain,  alas  !  is  nature's  aid  ; 
The  work  exceeds  her  utmost  power. 


144  SONGS    OF   SALVATION. 

2  But  can  no  sovereign  balm  be  found, 

And  is  no  kind  physician  nigh, 
To  cease  the  pain  and  heal  the  wound, 
Kre  life  and  hope  forever  fly  ? 

3  There  is  a  great  Physician  near  ; 

Look  up,  O  fainting  soul,  and  live  ; 
See,  in  His  heavenly  smiles,  appear 
Such  help  as  nature  cannot  give. 

4  See,  in  the  Saviour's  dying  blood, 

Life,  health,  and  bliss  abundant  flow  ; 
And  in  that  sacrificial  flood 

A  balm  for  all  thy  grief  and  woe. 

Miss  Anne  Steele  (1716 — 1778),  1760.     Ab.  and  alt. 

ion  PM 

IjU  "Come  Thou  with  us.'' — Numbers  x.  29. 

i  We're  travelling  home  to  heaven  above, 
Will  you  go  ?    Will  you  go  ? 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love, 

Will  you  go  ?    Will  you  go  ? 

Millions  have  reached  that  blest  abode, 

Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God, 

And  millions  more  are  on  the  road, 

Will  you  go  ?    Will  you  go  ? 

2  We're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  lamb, 

Will  you  go  ? 
In  rapturous  strains  to  praise  His  name, 

Will  you  go  ? 
The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
The  conqueror's    palms  our  hands  shall 

bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share, 

Will  you  go  ? 


CHRIST    WIIA  SAVE.  145 

We're  going  to  join  the  heavenly  choir, 

Will  you  go  ? 
To  raise  our  voice  and  tune  the  lyre, 

Will  you  go  ? 
There  saints  and  angels  gladly  sing 
Hosanna  to  their  God  and  King, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 

Will  you  go  ? 

O  weary,  heavy-laden,  come, 

Will  you  go  ? 
In  the  blest  house  there  still  is  room, 

Will  you  go? 
The  Lord  is  waiting  to  receive  ; 
If  thou  wilt  on  Kim  now  believe 
He  will  thy  troubled  heart  relieve, 

Oh,  believe  ! 

The  way  to  heaven  is  straight  and  plain. 

Will  you  go  ? 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again, 

Will  you  go? 
The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee, 
14  Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  Me, 
And  thou  shalt  My  salvation  see, 

Come  to  me." 


191 


Anon. 

P     M. 
The  Gospel  call. 

Come  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus, 

Come  to  Jesus,  just  now  ; 
Just  now,  come  to  Jesus, 

Come  to  Jesus,  just  now. 

He  will  save  you,  He  will  save  you, 
He  will  save  you,  just  now  ; 


146  EVANGELISTIC    HYMNS. 

Just  now  he  will  save  you, 
He  will  save  you,  just  now. 

3  Don't  reject  Him,  don't  reject  Him, 

Don't  reject  Him,  just  now,  etc. 

4  He  is  ready,  He  is  ready, 

He  is  ready,  just  now,  etc. 

5  O  believe  Him,  O  believe  Him, 

O  believe  Him,  just  now,  etc. 

6  Do  not  tarry,  do  not  tarry, 

Do  not  tarry  just  now,  etc. 

7  Hallelujah,   Hallelujah, 

Hallelujah,  Amen  ; 
Amen,  Hallelujah, 
Hallelujah,  Amen. 


192 


P.  M. 
'This  man  receiveth  sinners." — Lukk  xv.  2. 

i  Sinners  Jesus  will  receive  : 

Sound  this  word  of  grace  to  all 
Who  the  heav'nly  pathway  leave, 
All  who  linger,  all  who  fall. 

Refrain. 

Sing  it  o'er  and  o'er  again  ; 

Christ  receiveth  sinful  men  ; 
Make  the  message  clear  and  plain 

Christ  receiveth  sinful  men. 

2  Come,  -And  He  will  give  you  rest  ; 
Trust  Him,  for  His  word  is  plain  ; 
He  will  take  the  sinfulest  ; 

Christ  receiveth  sinful  men. — Rkf. 


EVANGELISTIC    HYMNS.  147 

3  Now  my  heart  condemns  me  not, 

Pure  before  the  law  I  stand  ; 
He  who  cleansed  me  from  all  spot, 
Satisfied  its  last  demand. — Ref. 

4  Christ  receiveth  sinful  men, 

Even  me  with  all  my  sin  ; 
Purged  from  every  spot  and  stain, 
Heaven  with  Him  I  enter  in. — Ref. 

Arr.  from  Rev.  Erdmann  Meister  (1671 — 1756),  1718. 
1 J  O  To-day  if  ye  will  hear  His  voice. 

i  Jesus  is  tenderly  calling  thee  home — 
Calling  to-day,  calling  to-day  ; 
Why  from  the  sunshine  of  love  wilt  thou 
roam, 
Farther  and  farther  away  ! 

Refrain. 
Calling  to-day,  calling  to-day, 
Jesus  is  calling,  is  tenderly  calling  to  day. 

2  Jesus  is  calling  the  weary  to  rest — 

Calling  to-day,  calling  to-day  ; 
Bring  Him  thy  burden  and  thou  shalt  be 
blest ; 
He  will  not  turn  thee  away. — Ref. 

3  Jesus  is  waiting,  O  come  to  Him  now — 

Waiting  to-day,  waiting  to-day  ; 
Come  with   thy  sins,    at  His  feet   lowly 
bow  ; 
Come,  and  no  longer  delay. — Ref. 

4  Jesus  is  pleading,  O  list  to  His  voice — 

Hear  Him  to-day,  hear  Him  to-day  ; 


I48  EVANGEUSTIC   HYMNS. 

They   who   believe   on   His   name    shall 
rejoice  ; 
Quickly  arise  and  away. — Ref. 

Airs.  Frances  Jane  Crosby  Van  Alstyne  (1823—         ),  1883. 

1QA  PM 

iw   i  Joy  in  Heaven. — Luke  xv.  7. 

i  There  are  angels  hov'ring  round, 
There  are  angels  hov'ring  round, 
There  are  angels  hov'ring  round. 

2  To  carry  the  tidings  home,  etc. 

3  To  the  new  Jerusalem,  etc. 

4  Poor  sinners  are  coming  home,  etc. 

5  And  Jesus  bids  them  come,  etc. 

6  There's  glory  all  around,  etc. 

Anon. 

IQr  9.  9.  6.  6.  6.  5. 

XwW  Almost  Persuaded. 

1  "Almost  persuaded  "  now  to  believe  ; 

'  'Almost  persuaded  "  Christ  to  receive. 
Seems  now  some  soul  to  say, 
"  Go,  Spirit,  go  Thy  way, 
Some  more  convenient  day, 
On  Thee  I'll  call. 

2  "Almost  persuaded,"  come,  come  to-day  ; 
"Almost  persuaded,"  turn  not  away, 
Jesus  invites  you  here, 

Angels  are  lingering  near, 
Prayers  rise  from  hearts  so  dear  ; 
O  wanderer  come  ! 

3  "Almost  persuaded,"  harvest  is  past ; 
"Almost  persuaded,"  doom  comes  at  last  ! 
"Almost"  cannot  avail  ; 


THE  SINNER'S    FRIEND.  149 

"Almost"  is  but  to  fail  ! 
Sad,  sad  that  bitter  wail — 
"Almost,  but  lost!" 

Philip  P.  Bliss  (1838-1876), 
±\J\J  Christ  s  Forever. 

i   I'VE  found  a  Friend  ;  O  such  a  Friend  ! 

He  lov'd  me  ere  I  knew  Him  ; 
He  drew  me  with  the  cords  of  love, 

And  thus  He  bound  me  to  Him. 
And  'round  my  heart  still  closely  twine 

Those  ties  which  naught  can  sever, 
For  I  am  His,  and  He  is  mine, 

Forever  and  forever. 

2  I've  found  a  Friend  ;  O  such  a  Friend  ! 

He  bled,  He  died  to  save  me  ; 
And  not  alone  the  gift  of  life, 

But  His  own  self  He  gave  me. 
Naught  that  I  have  my  own  I  call, 

I  hold  it  for  the  Giver  : 
My  heart,  my  strength,  my  life,  my  all, 

Are  His,  and  His  forever. 

3  I've  found  a  Friend  ;  O  such  a  Friend  ; 

All  power  to  Him  is  given  ; 
To  guard  me  on  my  onward  course, 

And  bring  me  safe  to  heaven. 
Th'  eternal  glories  gleam  afar, 

To  nerve  my  faint  endeavor  : 
So  now  to  watch,  to  work,  to  war, 

And  then  to  rest  forever. 

4  I've  found  a  Friend  ;  O  such  a  Friend  ! 

So  kind,  and  true,  and  tender, 
So  wise  a  Counsellor  and  Guide, 
So  mighty  a  Defender  ! 


150  THE  SINNER'S   FRIEND. 

From  Him,  who  loves  me  now  so  well> 
What  power  my  soul  can  sever  ? 

Shall  life  or  death,  or  earth  or  hell? 
No  ;  I  am  His  forever. 

Anonymous 

1Q7  PM- 

M\J  l  "  What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus." 

i  What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus, 

The  Christ  who  may  be  mine  ? 
Accept  Him  as  my  Saviour, 

Or  spurn  the  gift  divine  ? 
His  only  Son  God  gave  me — 

I  must,  I  do  decide  ; 
And  Christ  I  take  to  save  me, 

Or  Christ  is  now  denied. 

Chorus. 
' '  What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus  ?" 
I'll  give  my  heart  to  Jesus  ! 
Upon  the  tree  of  Calvary 
He  gave  His  life  for  me. 

2  What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus, 

The  precious  Lamb  of  God  ? 
I  cast  my  soul  upon  Him — 

He  bathes  it  in  His  blood  ; 
I  gratefully  confess  Him 

Before  the  vile  and  just ; 
My  ransomed  powers  shall  bless  Him, 

My  sure  and  only  trust. — Cho. 

3  What  shall  I  do  with  Jesus, 

For  Him  the  cross  I'll  take  ; 
All  earthly  losses  suffer, 
Ere  I  the  Lord  forsake. 


PENITENCE.  151 

In  scenes  of  joy  and  sighing 
His  love  shall  be  the  same  ; 

While  living  and  in  dying, 
I'll  glory  in  His  name. — Cho. 

4  What  now  I  do  with  Jesus, 

When  this  brief  life  is  past, 
With  me  will  be  remembered 

Before  His  bar  at  last. 
He  will  not  then  disown  me 

With  those  who  hate  and  scoff; 
At  His  right  hand  He'll  crown  me — 

He  will  not  cast  me  off. — Cho. 

Rev.  SylvaiiUS  Dryden  Phelps  (1816 —        ), 


198 


S.  M. 
The  Issues  of  Life  and  Death. 

i  O  where  shall  rest  be  found, 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 


j 


Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years  ; 

And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
O  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 


152  PENITENCE. 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  Thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1819,  1S53.     Ab. 
193  "  Out  of  the  Depths:'— Vs.  exxx. 

i  Out  of  the  deep  I  call 

To  Thee,  O  Lord,  to  Thee  ; 
Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  I  fall, 
Be  merciful  to  me. 

2  Out  of  the  deep  I  cry, 

The  woful  deep  of  sin, 
Of  evil  done  in  days  gone  by, 
Of  evil  now  within. 

3  Out  of  the  deep  of  fear, 

And  dread  of  coming  shame. 
From  morning  watch  till  night  is  near 
I  plead  the  precious  name. 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker  (1821 — 1877),  1868.     Ab. 

9ftft  s.  m 

i£iW  v  Tears  of  Penitence. 

i  Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

Angels  with  wonder  see  : 
Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear  ; 
In  Heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 


PKNITENCE.  153 

4  Then  tender  be  our  hearts, 
Our  eyes  in  sorrow  dim, 
Till  every  tear  from  every  eye 
Is  wiped  away  by  Him. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Beddome  (1717 — 1795),  1787.     Vs.  1,  2,  3. 
Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1847),  1833.     V.  4. 

Of|1  L    M 

talwX       77t£  Prayer  of  the  Publican. — Luke  xviii.  13. 

i  With  broken  heart,  and  contrite  sigh, 
A  trembling  sinner,  Lord,  I  cry  : 
Thy  pard'ning  grace  is  rich  and  free  ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

2  I  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast, 
With  deep  and  conscious  guilt  opprest, 
Christ  and  His  cross  my  only  plea  ; 

O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

3  Far  off  I  stand  with  tearful  eyes, 
Nor  dare  uplift  them  to  the  skies  ; 
But  Thou  dost  all  my  anguish  see  ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

4  Nor  alms,  nor  deeds  that  I  have  done, 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone  ; 

To  Calvary  alone  I  flee  ; 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me. 

5  And  when,  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell, 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell, 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be, 

God  has  been  merciful  to  me. 

Rev.  Cornelius  Elven  (1797 — 1873),  1852. 
t^U-J  Pleading  for  Pardon.— Vs.  li. 

i  Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Iyord,  forgive  ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 
Are  not  Thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  Thee? 


154  PENITENCE. 

2  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies. 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

3  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  Thy  law,  against  Thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  Thy  judgments  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  Thou  art  clear. 

4  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  around  Thy 

Word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719.     Ab. 

«AQ  L    M 

4  V  W  ( '  Gott  r  life  I  nock . ' ' 

1  God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  hear  ? 
Earth's  pleasures  shall  I  still  hold  dear? 
Shall  life's  swift  passing  years  all  fly. 
And  still  my  soul  in  slumber  lie  ? 

2  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  He  knock, 
And  I  my  heart  the  closer  lock  ? 

He  still  is  waiting  to  receive, 
And  shall  I  dare  His  spirit  grieve  ? 

3  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  I  give 
No  heed,  but  still  in  bondage  live  ? 
I  wait,  but  He  does  not  forsake  ; 
He  calls  me  still  ;  my  heart,  awake. 

4  God  calling  yet  !  I  cannot  stay  ; 
My  heart  I  yield  without  delay  : 
Vain  world,  farewell,  from  thee  I  part  ; 
The  voice  of  God  hath  reached  my  heart. 

( ierhard  Tcrstcegen  (1697— 1769),  1730. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Borthwick  (1825—         ),  1854.     Ab.  and  alt. 


REPENTING.  155 

20  A  "  Take  me." 

i  Take  me,  O  my  Father,  take  me, 

Take  me,  save  me,  through  Thy  Son  ; 
That,   which    Thou    wouldst    have    me, 
make  me, 
Let  Thy  will  in  me  be  done. 

2  Long  from  Thee  my  footsteps  straying, 

Thorny  proved  the  way  I  trod  ; 

Weary  come  I  now,  and  praying, 

Take  me  to  Thy  love,  my  God. 

3  Fruitless  years  with  grief  recalling, 

Humbly  I  confess  my  sin  ; 
At  Thy  feet,  O  Father,  falling, 
To  Thy  household  take  me  in. 

4  Freely  now  to  Thee  I  proffer 

This  relenting  heart  of  mine  ; 
Freely,  life  and  soul  I  offer. 
Gift  unworthy  love  like  Thine. 

5  Once  the  world's  Redeemer  dying, 

Bore  our  sins  upon  the  tree  ; 
On  that  sacrifice  relying, 

Xow  I  look  in  hope  to  Thee  ; 

6  Father,  take  me  ;  all  forgiving, 

Fold  me  to  Thy  loving  breast ; 
In  Thy  love  for  ever  living, 
I  must  be  for  ever  blest. 

Rev.  Ray  Palmer  (1808— 1887),  1864 
yUO  After  a  Relapse  into  Sin. — Heb.  x.  29. 

i  Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserv'd  for  me? 
Can  my  God  His  wrath  forbear  ? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 


156  RETURNING. 

2  I  have  long  withstood  His  grace, 
Long  provoked  Him  to  His  face  ; 
Would  not  hearken  to  His  calls  ; 
Grieved  Him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Kindled  His  relentings  are  ; 
Me  He  now  delights  to  spare  ; 
Cries,  ' '  How  shall  I  give  thee  up  ? 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 

4  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 
Shows   His    wounds,    and    spreads    His 

hands ; 
God  is  love  :    I  know,  I  feel ; 
Jesus  weeps,  but  loves  me  still. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708—1788),  1740.     Ab. 
206  Rest  in  Christ. 

i  Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  love, 
We  Thy  kindest  word  obey 
Faithful  let  Thy  mercies  prove, 
Take  our  load  of  guilt  away. 

2  Weary  of  this  war  within, 

Weary  of  this  endless  strife, 
Weary  of  ourselves  and  sin, 
Weary  of  a  wretched  life  ; 

3  Burdened  with  a  world  of  grief. 

Burdened  with  our  sinful  load, 
Burdened  with  this  unbelief, 

Burdened  with  the  wrath  of  God  : 

4  IyO,  we  come  to  Thee  for  ease, 

True  and  gracious  as  Thou  art  ; 
Now  our  groaning  soul  release, 
Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley,  1747.     Ab.  and  alt. 
Rev.  John  Wesley  (1703— 1791),  1779. 


JESUS,  BEST   AND   DEAREST.  157 

or\H  c- M- 

falW  I      Without  Money  and  without  Price. — Is.  lv    1,2. 

i  L,:ET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
And  every  heart  rejoice  ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

3  Ho,  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die, 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

4  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 

In  a  rich  ocean  join  ; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  of  milk  and  wine. 

5  The  hippy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  (1674 — 1748),  1709.     Ab. 

20y  'Irjaov  yhndbrare, 

i  Jesus,  Name  all  names  above, 

Jesus,  best  and  dearest, 
Jesus,  Fount  of  perfect  love, 

Holiest,  tenderest,  nearest ; 
Jesus,  Source  of  grace  completest, 
Jesus,  purest,  Jesus,  sweetest, 

Jesus,  Well  of  pow'r  divine, 

Make  me,  keep  me,  seal  me  Thine. 


158  FAITH'S  SURRENDER. 

2  Jesus,  open  me  the  gate 

Which  the  sinner  entered, 
Who,  in  his  last  dying  state, 

Wholly  on  Thee  ventured  ; 
Thou,  whose  wounds  are  ever  pleading, 
And  Thy  passion  interceding, 

From  my  misery  let  me  rise 

To  a  home  in  Paradise. 

3  Jesus,  crowned  with  thorns  for  me, 

Scourged  for  my  transgression, 
Witnessing,  through  agony, 

That  Thy  good  confession  ; 
Jesus,  clad  in  purple  raiment, 
For  my  evil  making  payment  ; 

Let  not  all  Thy  woe  and  pain, 

Let  not  Calvary,  be  in  vain. 

4  When  I  cross  death's  bitter  sea, 

And  its  waves  roll  higher, 
Help  the  more  forsaking  me 

As  the  storm  draws  nigher  ; 
Jesus,  leave  me  not  to  languish, 
Helpless,  hopeless,  full  of  anguish  : 

Tell  me,  "Verily,  I  say, 
Thou  shalt  be  with  Me  to-day." 

Theoctistus  of  the  Studium  (        — 890), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818—1866),  1862.     Ab. 


90Q  p  M- 

tjUvJ  Take  me  as  r  am. 

1  JESUS,  my  Lord,  to  Thee  I  cry, 
Unless  Thou  help  me  I  must  die  ; 
O  bring  Thy  free  salvation  nigh, 
And  take  me  as  I  am. 


FAITH'S  SURRENDER.  159 

Chorus. 
Take  me  as  I  am, 
Take  me  as  I  am  ; 
Lord,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
0  take  me  as  I  am. 

2  Helpless  I  am  and  full  of  guilt, 
But  yet  for  me  Thy  blood  was  spilt  ; 
And  Thou  canst  make  me  what  Thou  wilt, 

And  take  me  as  I  am. — Cho. 

3  I  bow  before  Thy  mercy-seat, 
Behold  me,  Saviour,  at  Thy  feet ; 
Thy  work  begin,  Thy  work  complete, 

And  take  me  as  I  am. — Cho. 

4  If  Thou  hast  work  for  me  to  do, 
Inspire  my  will,  my  heart  renew  ; 
And  work  both  in,  and  by  me  too. 

And  take  me  as  I  am. — Cho. 

5  And  when  at  last  the  work  is  done, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won  ; 
Still,  still  my  cry  shall  be  alone, 

0  take  me  as  I  am. — Cho. 

E.   H.   H.    (  —  ). 

210  At  the' Cross. 

i   I  am  coming  to  the  cross  ; 

I  am  poor,  and  weak,  and  blind  ; 
I  am  counting  all  but  dross  ; 
I  shall  Thy  salvation  find. 
Chorus. 
I  am  trusting,  Lord,  in  Thee 
Dear  Lamb  of  Calvary  ; 
Humbly  at  Thy  cross  I  bow  : 
Save  me,  Jesus,  save  me  now. 


l6o  COMING  TO  JESUS. 

2  Here  I  give  my  all  to  Thee, 

Friends,  and  time,  and  earthly  store  ; 
Soul  and  body  Thine  to  be, 

Wholly  Thine  for  evermore. — Cho. 

3  In  the  promises  I  trust  : 

Now  I  feel  the  blood  applied  ; 
I  am  prostrate  in  the  dust  ; 

I  with  Christ  am  crucified. — Cho. 

Rev.  William  McDonald  (1820—         ),  1869.     Ab. 


L.  M. 
u  Just  as  I  am." — John  vi.  37. 


211 

i  Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 
But  that  Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  Thou  bidd'st  me  come  to  Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come. 

2  Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 

To  Thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each 
spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
With  fears  within,  and  foes  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am,  poor,  wretched,  blind  ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  Thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

5  Just  as  I  am,  Thou  wilt  receive, 

.     Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve  : 
Because  Thy  promise  I  believe, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 


COMING  TO  JESUS.  l6l 

6  Just  as  I  am,  Thy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  : 
Now,  to  be  Thine,  yea,  Thine  alone, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come. 

Miss  Charlotte  Elliot  (1789— 1871),  1836. 

rtl  rs  L.  M. 

uLu  "ChristiBlut  und  Gerechtigkcit." 

i  Jesus  Thy  blood  and  righteousness 
My  beauty  are,  my  glorious  dress  : 
Midst  flaming  worlds,  in  these  arrayed, 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  Fully  through  these  absolved  I  am 
From  sin  and  fear,  from  guilt  and  shame  : 
Thy  blood  washed  out  the  crimson  stains, 
And  white  as  snow  my  soul  remains. 

3  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies, 
E'en  then,  this  shall  be  all  my  plea, 
"Jesus  hath  lived,  hath  died  for  me." 

4  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years  : 
No  age  can  change  its  constant  hue  ; 
Thy  blood  preserves  it  ever  new. 

5  O  let  the  dead  now  hear  Thy  voice  ; 
Now  bid  Thy  banished  ones  rejoice  : 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  Thy  Blood  and  righteousness. 

Nicolaus  Ludwig  Zinzendorf  {1700 — 1760),  1739. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley  (1703 — 1791),  1*740.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 

ZlO  "Rock  of  Ages." 

i  Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee  ; 


162  ROCK    OF    AGES. 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  riven  side  which  flowed, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Not  the  labor  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfil  Thy  laws  demands ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save  and  Thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring  ; 
Simply  to  Thy  cross  I  cling  ; 
Naked,  come  to  Thee  for  dress  ; 
Helpless,  look  to  Thee  for  grace  ; 
Foul,  I  to  the  fountain  fly  ; 
Wash  me  Saviour,  or  I  die. 

4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  Thee  on  Thy  judgment-throne, 
Rock  of  ages  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  Thee. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady  (174°— J778),  *776-     SI.  alt. 
21  JL      "He  hath  borne  our  Griefs:'— -Is.  liii.  4,5,  *2- 

1  SURELY  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne  ; 
Weeping  soul,  no  longer  mourn  : 
View  Him  bleeding  on  the  tree  : 
Pouring  out  His  life  for  thee  : 
There  thy  every  sin  He  bore  ; 
Weeping  soul,  lament  no  more. 


OTR    RKKIGK    AND    REST.  163 

2  Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes 
On  th'  atoning  sacrifice  : 
There  th'  incarnate  Deity 
Numbered  with  transgressors  see  ; 
There  His  Father's  absence  mourns, 
Nailed   and    bruised,   and  crowned  with 

thorns. 

3  Cast  Thy  guilty  soul  on  him, 
Find  Him  mighty  to  redeem  ; 
At  His  feet  thy  burden  lay, 
Look  thy  doubts  and  cares  away  ; 
Now  by  faith  the  Son  embrace, 
Plead  His  promise,  trust  His  grace. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady,  1759,  1770.  Ab. 
ftir  C.  P.  M. 

U 1 Q  The  Prayer  of  Fa  ith . 

i  O  Thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith, 
Wilt  Thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 

That  casts  itself  on  Thee  ? 
I  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 
But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done, 
And  suffer' d  once  for  me. 

2  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  His  availing  blood  : 
Thy  merit,  Lord,  my  robe  shall  be, 
Thy  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

3  Then  snatch  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  Spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolations  send  ; 
By  Him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 

"  Thy  Maker  is  thy  Friend." 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady,  (174  > — 177  \ 


t64  our  surkty. 

9-I/5  C.  M.D. 

*j1U  77z<?  Voice  from  Galilee.— John  i.  16. 

i  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

4 '  Come  unto  Me  and  rest ; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 

Thy  head  upon  My  breast." 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad  ; 
I  found  in  Him  a  resting-place, 

And  He  has  made  me  glad. 

2  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water  ;  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live." 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream  ; 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  revived, 

And  now  I  live  in  Him. 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  I  am  this  dark  world's  Light  ; 
Look  unto  Me,  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright. ' ' 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  Him  my  Star,  my  Sun  ; 
And  in  that  Light  of  Life  I'll  walk 

Till  all  my  journey's  done. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808—1889),  1850.     Shalt. 

«1F7  H.  M. 

Ul  i  "Heboid  the  Man r 

1  Arise,  my  soul,  arise, 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  ; 
||:Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, :|| 
My  name  is  written  on  His  hands. 


218 


OUR   SURETY.  T65 

He  ever  lives  above, 

For  me  to  intercede, 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood,  to  plead  ; 
His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 
And  sprinkles  now  the  throne  of  grace. 

Five  bleeding  wounds  He  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  plead  for  me  : — 
Forgive  him,  O  forgive,  they  cry, 
Nor  let  that  ransom' d  sinner  die. 

The  Father  hears  Him  pray, 

His  dear  anointed  One  : 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  His  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

My  God  is  reconciled, 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear, 

He  owns  me  for  His  child  ; 
I  can  no  longer  fear, 

With  confidence  I  now  draw  nigh, 

And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708—178?,),  7742. 

C.  M. 
"A  Fountain  opened:' — Zech.  ::iii.  :. 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 
Drawn  from  Emmanuel's  veins  ; 

And  sinners,  plung'd  beneath  that  flood, 
|| :  Lose  all  their  guilty  stains.  :|| 

The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 
That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 


l66  FOUNTAIN   OPKNICD. 

And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Washed  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  Thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  Church  of  God 
Be  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  suppty, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  And  when  this  feeble,  stammering  tongue 

Ivies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then  in  a  nobler  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  Thy  power  to  save. 

William  Cowper  (1731 — 1800),  1779.     Ab.  and  alt. 

91 Q  HM 

(UXsJ       "Lord,  to  whom  shall  ive go?" — John  vi.  68. 

i  I  bring  my  sins  to  Thee, 

The  sins  I  cannot  count, 
That  all  may  cleansed  be 

In  Thy  once  open'd  fount. 
I  bring  them,  Saviour,  all  to  Thee  ; 
The  burden  is  too  great  for  me. 

2  My  heart  to  Thee  I  bring, 

The  heart  I  cannot  read — 
A  faithless,  wandering  thing, 

An  evil  heart  indeed. 
I  bring  it,  Saviour,  now  to  Thee, 
That  fixed  and  faithful  it  may  be. 

3  My  life  I  bring  to  Thee, 

I  would  not  be  my  own  ; 
O  Saviour,  let  me  be 

Thine  ever,  Thine  alone. 


ALL    IN    ALL.  167 

My  heart,  my  life,  my  all  I  bring 
To  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  King  ! 

Mi-s  Frances  Ridley  Havergal  (1836 — 1879), 
44 W  "Majestic  Sweetness." 

i  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthron'd 
Upon  the  Saviour's  brow  ; 
His  head  writh  radiant  glories  crown'd, 
|| :  His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow.  :|| 

2  No  mortal  can  with  Him  compare 

Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Fairer  is  He  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

He  flew  to  my  relief ; 
For  me  He  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  Him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I  have  ; 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 
He  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  Heaven,  the  place  of  His  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet, 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  Gcd, 
And  makes  my  joy  complete. 

6  Since  from  His  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine, 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  Thine. 

Rev.  Samuel  Stennett  (1725— 1795),  1782.     Ab. 


1 68  ALL    IN   ALL. 

ftrtl  C.  M. 

hihlJk  Singing  for  Joy. 

i  I've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price, 
My  heart  doth  sing  for  joy  ; 
And  sing  I  must ;  for  Christ  is  mine, 
Christ  shall  my  song  employ. 

2  Christ  is  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King, 

A  Prophet  full  of  light, 
My  great  High-Priest  before  the  throne, 
My  King  of  heavenly  might. 

3  For  He  indeed  is  Lord  of  lords, 

And  He  the  King  of  kings  ; 

He  is  the  Sun  of  righteousness, 

With  healing  in  His  wings. 

4  Christ  is  my  Peace  ;  He  died  for  me, 

For  me  He  gave  His  blood  ; 
And  as  my  wondrous  Sacrifice, 
Offered  Himself  to  God. 

5  Christ  Jesus  is  my  All  in  all, 

My  Comfort  and  my  Love, 
My  Life  below,  and  He  shall  be 
My  Joy  and  Crown  above. 

Rev.  John  Mason  (1634 — 1694),  1683.      Ah.  and  alt. 


222 


S.  M.  D. 
Lost  but  found. 

I  was  a  wand' ring  sheep, 

I  did  not  love  the  fold  ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controlled  : 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home, 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 

I  loved  afar  to  roam. 


COMING   TO   CHRIST.  1 69 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  His  child, 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild  : 
They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 
They  bound  me  wdth  the  bands  of  love  ; 

They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

'Twas  He  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  He  that  washed  me  in  His  blood, 

'Twas  He  that  made  me  whole  ; 
'Twas  He  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep, 
'Twas  He  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 

'Tis  He  that  still  doth  keep. 

Rev.  Horatins  Ronar  (1808  — 1889),  1844.     Ab. 


223 


6.  4.  6.  4.  6.  6.  4. 
Jesus  hath  died. 

i   No,  not  despairingly 

Come  I  to  Thee  ; 
No,  not  distrustingly 

Bend  I  the  knee. 
Sin  hath  gone  over  me, 
Yet  is  this  still  my  plea, 

Jesus  hath  died. 

2  Lord,  I  confess  to  Thee, 

Sadly,  my  sin  ; 
All  I  am  tell  I  Thee, 

All  I  have  been. 
Purge  Thou  my  sin  away, 
Wash  Thou  my  soul  this  day 

Lord,  make  me  clean. 


|- 0  COMING  TO  CHRIST. 

3  Faithful  and  just  art  Thou, 

Forgiving  all ; 
Loving  and  kind  art  Thou 

When  poor  ones  call. 
Lord,  let  the  cleansing  blood — 
Blood  of  the  Lamb  of  God — 

Pass  o'er  my  soul. 

Rev.  Horatius  Ronar  (180S— 1889).     Ab. 

0^  A.  RM- 

£ibi~Si  Coming  to  Jesus. 

i   I  hear  Thy  welcome  voice 

That  calls  me,  Lord,  to  Thee 
For  cleansing  in  Thy  precious  blood 
That  flowed  on  Calvary. 

Chorus. 
I  am  coming,  Lord  ! 

Coming  now  to  Thee  ! 
Wash  me,  cleanse  me,  in  the  blood 

That  flowed  on  Calvary. 

2  Tho'  coming  weak  and  vile, 

Thou  dost  my  strength  assure  ; 
Thou  dost  my  vileness  fully  cleanse, 
Till  spotless  all  and  pure. — Cno. 

3  'Tis  Jesus  calls  me  on 

To  perfect  faith  and  love, 
To  perfect  hope,  and  peace,  and  trust, 
For  earth  and  heaven  above. — Cno. 

4  'Tis  Jesus  who  confirms 

The  blessed  work  within, 
By  adding  grace  to  welcomed  grace, 
Where  reigned  the  power  of  sin.    -Cho. 

5  And  He  the  witness  gives 

To  loyal  hearts  and  free, 


JOY   IN  HEAVEN.  1  ~  I 

That  every  promise  is  fulfilled, 

If  faith  but  brings  the  plea. — Cho. 
6  All  hail,  atoning  blood  ! 

All  hail,  redeeming  grace  ! 
All  hail,  the  gift  of  Christ,  our  Lord, 
Our  Strength  and  Righteousness  ! — 

Cho. 

Rev.  Lewis  Hartsough  (1828 —         ), 

««r  p.m. 

jdj  Joy  of  the  Angels. — Luke  xv.  10. 

i   Ring  the  bells  of  Heaven  !    there  is  joy 
to-day, 
For  a  soul  returning  from  the  wild  ; 
See  !  the  Father  meets  him  out  upon  the 
way, 
Welcoming     His     weary,     wandering 
child. 

Chorus. 
Glory  !  glory  !  how  the  angels  sing  ; 
Glory  !  glory  !  how  the  loud  harps  ring  ; 
'Tis  the  ransomed  army,  like  a  mighty  sea, 
Pealing  forth  the  anthem  of  the  free. 

2  Ring  the  bells  of  heaven  !    there  is  joy 

to-day, 
For  the  wanderer  now  is  reconciled  ; 
Yes,  a  soul  is  rescued  from  his  sinful  way, 
And  is  born  a-new,  a  ransomed  child. — 

Cho. 

3  Ring    the  bells  of    heaven  ;    spread   the 

feast  to-day, 
Angels,     swell    the    glad     triumphant 

strain  ! 
Tell  the  joyful  tidings  !  bear  it  far  away  ! 
For  a  precious  soul  is  born  again. — Ch<  >. 

Rev.  William  Orcutt  Crushing  (1823—         j, 


172  THE   OI«D,    OLD   vSTORY. 


226 


7.  6.  D. 
"  Tell  me  the  old,  old  Story.'1 

i  TkIvI,  me  the  old,  old  story 

Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  His  glory, 

Of  Jesus  and  His  love. 
Tell  me  the  story  simply, 

As  to  a  little  child, 
For  I  am  weak  and  weary, 

And  helpless  and  defiled. 
Chorus. 

|| :  Tell  me  the  old,  old  story, :|| 

Tell  me  the  old,  old  story 

Of  Jesus  and  His  love. 

2  Tell  me  the  story  slowly, 

That  I  may  take  it  in — 
That  wonderful  redemption, 

God's  remedy  for  sin. 
Tell  me  the  story  often, 

For  I  forget  so  soon  ! 
The  "  early  dew  n  of  morning 

Has  passed  away  at  noon. — Cho. 

3  Tell  me  the  story  softly, 

With  earnest  tones,  and  grave  ; 
Remember,  I'm  the  sinner 

Whom  Jesus  came  to  save. 
Tell  me  that  story  always, 

If  you  would  really  be, 
In  any  time  of  trouble, 

A  comforter  to  me. — Cho. 

4  Tell  me  the  same  old  story, 

When  you  have  cause  to  fear 
That  this  world's  empty  glory 
Is  costing:  me  too  dear. 


THE   OI.D,    OLD   STORY.  1 73 

Yes,  and  when  that  world's  glory 

Is  drawing  on  my  soul, 
Tell  me  the  old,  old  story  : 

k  'Christ  Jesus  makes  thee  whole. ' ' — 

Cho. 

Miss  Kate  Hankey.     1865. 
tJtJ  /  "  Whiter  than  snow."— Ps.  li.  7. 

i  Lord  Jesus,  I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole  ; 
I  want  Thee  forever,  to  live  in  my  soul  ; 
Break  down  ev'ry  idol,  cast  out  ev'ry  foe  ; 
Now  wrash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 
snow. 

Chorus. 
Whiter  than  snow,  yes,  whiter  than  snow  ; 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 
snow. 

2  Lord  Jesus,  look  down  from  Thy  throne 

in  the  skies, 
And  help  me  to  make  a  complete  sacri- 
fice ; 
I  give  up  myself,  and  whatever  I  know — 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 
snow. — Cho. 

3  Lord  Jesus,  for  this  I   most  humbly  en- 

treat ; 
I  wait,  blessed  Lord,  at  Thy  crucified  feet, 
By  faith,   for   my  cleansing,   I    see   Thy 

blood  flow — 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 

snow. — Cho. 

4  Lord  Jesus,  Thou  seest  I  patiently  wait ; 
Come  now,  and  within  me  a   new  heart 

create  ; 


174  AWAKENING. 

To  those  who  have  sought  Thee,  Thou 

never  said'st  No — 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than 

snow. — Cho. 

James  Nicholson  (         —         ),  1872. 


228 


C.  P.  M. 
Death  and  Judgment  anticipated. 

Lo,  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas,  I  stand, 

Secure,  insensible : 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

O  God,  mine  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  tremble  on  the  brink  of  fate, 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  Thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  Thy  bar  ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure, 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  Thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708  -1788),  1749     Ah  and  alt.  V   4, 


GRACE    MAGNIFIED.  I/O 

^i^j  " Words  of  Life.*1 '—John  vi.  63. 

i  Sing  them  over  again  to  me, 
Wonderful  words  of  Life  ; 
Let  me  more  of  their  beauty  see, 
Wonderful  words  of  Life. 
Words  of  life  and  beauty, 
Teach  me  faith  and  duty  ; 

Refrain. 
1 1 :  Beautiful  words,  wonderful  words, 
Wonderful  words  of  Life  :|| 

2  Christ,  the  blessed  One,  gives  to  all 

Wonderful  words  of  Life  ; 
Sinner,  list  to  the  loving  call, 

Wonderful  words  of  Life. 
All  so  freely  given, 
Wooing  us  to  heaven. — Ref. 

3  Sweetly  echo  the  gospel  call, 

Wonderful  words  of  Life  ; 
Offer  pardon  and  peace  to  all, 
Wonderful  words  of  Life. 
Jesus,  only  Saviour, 
Sanctify  forever. — Ref. 

Philip  P.  Bliss.  (183S— 1876), 


230 


7.  6.  D. 
"  We  cannot  but  speak." — Acts  iv.  20. 

I  LOVE  to  tell  the  story, 

Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  His  glory, 

Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

Because  I  know  'tis  true  ; 
It  satisfies  my  longings, 

As  nothing  else  can  do 


176  GRACE    MAGNIFIED. 

Chorus. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

'Twill  be  my  theme  in  glory, 
To  tell  the  old,  old  story 

Of  Jesus  and  His  love. 

2  I  love  to  tell  the  story  ; 

More  wonderful  it  seems, 
Than  all  the  golden  fancies 

Of  all  our  golden  dreams. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

It  did  so  much  for  me  ! 
And  that  is  just  the  reason 

I  tell  it  now  to  thee. — Cho. 

3  I  love  to  tell  the  story  ; 

'Tis  pleasant  to  repeat, 
What  seems,  each  time  I  tell  it, 

More  wonderfully  sweet. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation, 

From  God's  own  holy  word. — Cho. 

4  I  love  to  tell  the  story  ; 

For  those  who  know  it  best, 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 

To  hear  it  like  the  rest. 
And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I  sing  the  New,  New  Song, 
'Twill  be  the  Old,  Old  Story 

That  I  have  loved  so  long. — Cho. 

Miss  Kate  Hankey,  1867. 
8.  7.  D. 
(1)  atefui  Recollection. 

i  Come,  Thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  sing  Thy  grace  ; 


231 


GRACE   MAGNIFIED.  177 

Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise  : 

Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 
Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 

Praise  the  mount,  I'm  fix'd  upon  it, 
Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer, 

Hither  by  Thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  Thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home  : 
Jesus  sought  me,  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  His  precious  blood. 

O  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor, 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ; 
Let  that  grace  now,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  Thee  : 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it, 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 
Here's  my  heart,  O  take  and  seal  it, 

Seal  it  from  Thy  courts  above. 

Rev.  Robert  Robinson  (1735 — 1790),  1757. 


232 


3.  7.  7.  7. 


I  will  love  Thee,  all  my  Treasure  ; 

I  will  love  Thee,  all  my  Strength  ; 
I  will  love  Thee  without  measure, 

And  will  love  Thee  right  at  length  : 
I  will  love  Thee,  Light  divine, 
Till  I  die  and  find  Thee  mine. 

I  will  praise  Thee,  Sun  of  glory, 

For  Thy  beams  have  gladness  brought 


178  GRACE   MAGNIFIED. 

I  will  praise  Thee,  will  adore  Thee, 
For  the  light  I  vainly  sought ; 

Praise  Thee  that  Thy  words  so  blest 

Spake  my  sin-sick  soul  to  rest. 
3  I  will  love  in  joy  or  sorrow, 

Crowning  joy  !  will  love  Thee  well ; 

I  will  love  to-day,  to-morrow, 
While  I  in  this  body  dwell : 

I  will  love  Thee,  Light  divine, 

Till  I  die,  and  find  Thee  mine. 

Johann  Angelus  Silesius  (1624 — 1677),  1657. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Borthwick  (1813—         ),  1854.     Ab. 


233 


S.  M. 
"Saving  Grace." — Eph.  ii.  5. 

i  Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
Harmonious  to  mine  ear  ; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  a  way 

To  save  rebellious  man, 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  taught  my  wandering  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days  ; 
It  lays  in  Heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 175')*  J755- 

^J'l  "  The  Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb,'*—' R«v.  xv.  3. 

i   AWAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 


GRACE    MAGNIFIED.  1 79 

Wake  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  Name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  His  rising  power  ; 
Sing  how  He  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  He  bore. 

3  Sing  till  we  feel  our  hearts 

Ascending  with  our  tongues  ; 

Sing  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 

And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing  ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ  th'  eternal  King, 

5  Soon  shall  ye  hear  him  say, 

14  Ye  blessed  children,  come  ;" 

Soon  will  He  call  you  hence  away, 

And  take  His  wanderers  home. 

6  There  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim, 
And  sweeter  voices  swell  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  L,amb. 

Rev.  William  Hammond  (         — x743)i  I745-     Ab.  and  alt. 
Rev.  Martin  Madan  (1726 — 1790),  1760.     First  5  vs. 


235 


L.  M. 
The  Loving-Kindness  of  the  Lord"1 — Is.  lxiii.  7 

i  Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me, 
His  loving-kindness,  is  so  free. 
Loving-kindness,  loving-kindness, 
His  loving-kindness,  is  so  free, 


lSo  GRACE   MAGNIFIED. 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all, 
And  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate, 
His  loving-kindness  is  so  great. 

His  loving-kindness,  &e. 

3  Through  mighty  hosts  of  cruel  foes, 
Where  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along, 

His  loving-kindness  is  so  strong. 
His  loving-kindness,  &c. 

4  So  when  I  pass  death's  gloomy  vale, 
And  life  and  mortal  powers  shall  fail, 
O  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 
His  loving-kindness,  &c. 

5  Then  shall  I  mount,  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day  ; 
There  shall  I  sing,  with  sweet  surprise, 
His  loving-kindness  in  the  skies. 

His  loving-kindness,  &c. 

Rev.  Samuel  Medley  (1738 — 1799),  1787.     Ab. 


«Q£  L.  M. 

4lOD  The  new  Joy. 

i  Trembling  before  Thine  awful  throne, 
O  Lord,  in  dust  my  sins  I  own  ; 
Justice  and  mercy  for  my  life 
Contend  ;  O  smile,  and  heal  the  strife. 

2  The  Saviour  smiles  ;  upon  my  soul 
New  tides  of  hope  tumultuous  roll ; 
His  voice  proclaims  my  pardon  found, 
Seraphic  transport  wings  the  sound. 


GRACE   MAGNIFIED.  I<S 

3  Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  to  Heaven, 
The  new-born  peace  of  sins  forgiven  ; 
Tears  of  such  pure  and  deep  delight. 
Ye  angels,  never  dimmed  your  sight. 

4  Ye  saw  of  old,  on  chaos  rise 

The  beauteous  pillars  of  the  skies  ; 
Ye  know  where  morn  exulting  springs, 
And  evening  folds  her  drooping  wings. 

5  Bright  heralds  of  the  Eternal  Will, 
Abroad  His  errands  ye  fulfil  ; 

Or,  throned  in  floods  of  beamy  day, 
Symphonious  in  His  presence  play. 

6  Loud  is  the  song,  the  heavenfy  plain 
Is  shaken  with  the  choral  strain  ; 
And  dying  echoes,  floating  far, 
Draw  music  from  each  chiming  star. 

7  But  I  amid  your  choirs  shall  shine, 
And  all  your  knowledge  shall  be  mine  ; 
Ye  on  your  harps  must  learn  to  hear 

A  secret  chord  that  mine  will  bear. 

Augustus  Lucas  Hillhouse  (1792 — 1859),  l822 
207  "Bless  the  Lord,  O  my  Soul."— Ps.  ciii. 

i   Praise,  my  soul,  the  King  of  Heaven  ; 
To  His  feet  thy  tribute  bring, 
Ransomed,  healed,  restored,  forgiven, 
Evermore  His  praises  sing  : 

Alleluia  !     Alleluia  ! 
Praise  the  everlasting  King. 

2  Praise  Him  for  His  grace  and  favor 
To  our  fathers  in  distress  ; 


l82  TRUSTING  IN   CHRIST. 

Praise  Him  still  the  same  as  ever, 
Slow  to  chide,  and  swift  to  bless  : 

Alleluia  !     Alleluia  ! 
Glorious  in  His  faithfulness. 

3  Father-like,  He  tends  and  spares  us, 
Well  our  feeble  frame  He  knows  ; 
In  His  hands  He  gently  bears  us, 
Rescues  us  from  all  our  foes  : 

Alleluia  !     Alleluia  ! 
Praise  with  us  the  God  of  grace. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1847),  18^4.     Ah.  and  alt. 
Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker  (1821  — 1877),  1861. 


7.  D. 
lTo  live  is  Christ,  and  to  die  is  Gain.'" — Phil. 


238 

1  Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  Ground, 

Christ,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joy, 
Still  in  Thee  may  I  be  found, 

Still  for  Thee  my  powers  employ. 
Fountain  of  o'erflowing  grace, 

Freely  from  Thy  fulness  give  ; 
Till  I  close  my  earthly  race, 

May  I  prove  it,  "  Christ  to  live." 

2  When  I  touch  the  blessed  shore, 

Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll' : 
Death's  dark  stream  shall  never  more 

Part  from  Thee  my  ravished  soul. 
Thus,  O  thus,  an  entrance  give 

To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky  ; 
Having  known  it,  "  Christ  to  live," 

Let  me  know  it,  "  Gain  to  die." 

3  Gain,  to  part  from  all  my  grief; 

Gain,  to  bid  my  sins  farewell  ; 
Gain,  of  all  my  gains  the  chief, 
Ever  with  the  Lord  to  dwell  : 


TRUSTING   IN    CHRIST.  183 

This  Thy  people's  portion,  Lord, 
Peace  on  earth,  and  bliss  on  high  ; 

This  their  ever-sure  reward, 

"  Christ  to  live,  and  gain  to  die." 

Rev.  Ralph  Wardlaw  (1779 — 1853),  lSl7 


239 


7.  61. 
'  Only  Thee.' 


Blessed  Saviour,  Thee  I  love, 

All  my  other  joys  above  ; 

All  my  hopes  in  Thee  abide, 

Thou  my  Hope,  and  naught  beside  ; 

Ever  let  my  glory  be, 

Only,  only,  only  Thee. 

Once  again  beside  the  cross, 
All  my  gain  I  count  but  loss  ; 
Earthly  pleasures  fade  away  ; 
Clouds  they  are  that  hide  my  day  : 
Hence,  vain  shadows,  let  me  see 
Jesus,  crucified  for  me. 

From  beneath  that  thorny  crown 
Trickle  drops  of  cleansing  down  ; 
Pardon  from  Thy  pierced  hand 
Xow  I  take,  while  here  I  stand  ; 
Only  then  I  live  to  Thee, 
When  Thy  wounded  side  I  see. 

Blessed  Saviour,  Thine  am  I, 
Thine  to  live,  and  Thine  to  die  , 
Height  or  depth,  or  earthly  power, 
Ne'er  shall  hide  my  Saviour  more  : 
Ever  shall  my  glory  be, 
Only,  only,  only  Thee. 

Rev.  George  Duffield  (1818—  18S8),  1859. 


1 84  LOVK   TO   CHRIST. 

4fjtU  Happy  Trust. 

i  Saviour,  happy  would  I  be, 
If  I  could  but  trust  in  Thee  ; 
Trust  Thy  wisdom  me  to  guide  ; 
Trust  Thy  goodness  to  provide  ; 
Trust  Thy  saving  love  and  power  ; 
Trust  Thee  every  day  and  hour: 

2  Trust  Thee  as  the  only  light 
In  the  darkest  hour  of  night ; 
Trust  in  sickness,  trust  in  health  ; 
Trust  in  poverty  and  wealth  ; 
Trust  in  joy,  and  trust  in  grief ; 
Trust  Thy  promise  for  relief : 

3  Trust  Thy  blood  to  cleanse  my  soul  ; 
Trust  Thy  grace  to  make  me  whole  ; 
Trust  Thee  living,  dying,  too  ; 
Trust  Thee  all  my  journey  through  ; 
Trust  Thee  till  my  feet  shall  be 
Planted  on  the  crystal  sea. 

Rev.  Edwin  Henry  Nevin  (1814 — iSSq),  :8  7. 

«A1  L.  M.61. 

j  ll  Wrestling  Jacob. — Gen.  xxxii.  24. 

i  Come,  O  Thou  Traveller  unknown, 

Whom  still  I  hold,  but  cannot  see  ; 
My  company  before  is  gone, 

And  I  ani  left  alone  with  Thee  ; 
With  Thee  all  night  I  mean  to  stay, 
And  wrestle  till  the  break  of  day. 
2  I  need  not  tell  Thee  who  I  am  ? 

My  sin  and  misery  declare  ; 
Thyself  hast  called  me  by  my  name ; 

Look  on  Thy  hands,  and  read  it  there  : 
But  who,  I  ask  Thee,  who  art  Thou  ? 
Tell  me  Thy  Name,  and  tell  me  now. 


LOVE  TO   CHRIST.  1S5 

3  My  prayer  hath  power  with  God ;  the  grace 

Unspeakable  I  now  receive  ; 
Through  faith  I  see  Thee  face  to  face, 

I  see  Thee  face  to  face  and  live  ; 
In  vain  I  have  not  wept  and  strove, 
Thy  Nature,  and  Thy  Name,  is  Love. 

4  I  know  Thee,  Saviour,  who  Thou  art, 

Jesus,  the  feeble  sinner's  Friend  ; 
Nor  wilt  Thou  with  the  night  depart, 

But  stay  and  love  me  to  the  end  : 
Thy  mercies  never  shall  remove, 
Thy  Nature,  and  Thy  Name,  is  Love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),    1742.     Ab 

OAO  c.  M. 

M~X^  ,kJesuy  dulcis  memoria.'' — Rev.  xxii.  4. 

i  Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 
With  sweetness  fills  my  breast ; 
But  sweeter  far  Thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  Thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor  voice  can  sing,  nor  heart  can  frame, 

Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  Thy  blest  Name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

3  O  Hope  of  every  contrite  heart, 

O  Joy  of  all  the  meek, 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  Thou  art  ! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

4  Jesus,  our  only  Joy  be  Thou, 

As  Thou  our  Prize  wilt  be  ; 
Jesus,  be  Thou  our  Glory  now, 
And  through  eternity. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux  (1091  —  1 1  -, 3 j ,  114. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Kdward  Caswall  (1814—1^7),  it4  . 


186  I.OVE  TO   CHRIST. 

94.0  c.  m 

taJiT>J  "O  Deus^ego  amo  Te." 

i  My  God,  I  love  Thee  :  not  because 
I  hope  for  Heaven  thereby, 
Nor  yet  because  who  love  Thee  not 
Must  die  eternally. 

2  Thou,  O  my  Jesus,  Thou  didst  me 

Upon  the  cross  embrace  ; 
For  me  didst  bear  the  nails,  and  spear, 
And  manifold  disgrace  ; 

3  And  griefs,  and  torments  numberless, 

And  sweat  of  agony  ; 
Yea,  death  itself;  and  all  for  me 
Who  was  Thine  enemy. 

4  Then  why,  O  blessed  Jesus  Christ, 

Should  I  not  love  Thee  well  ? 
Not  for  the  hope  of  winning  Heaven, 
Nor  of  escaping  hell. 

5  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught, 

Nor  seeking  a  reward ; 
But  as  Thyself  hast  loved  me, 
O  ever-loving  Lord. 

6  So  would  I  love  Thee,  dearest  Lord, 

And  in  Thy  praise  will  sing  ; 
Solely  because  Thou  art  my  God, 
And  my  eternal  King. 

Francis  Xavier  (1506 — 1^52),  »5"52. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Edward  Caswall,  (1814—1878),  1849.     SI.  alt. 

OAA  c  M 

4lTt±  The  siveet  Name. 

i  How  SWRKT  the  Name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear  ; 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 


LOVE  TO  CHRIST.  1 87 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast  ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  By  Thee  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled  ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  owned  a  child. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought  ; 
But  when  I  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
I'll  praise  Thee  as  I  ought. 

Rev.  John  Newton  (1725 — 1807),  1779. 
^d  i  sj  "O  Jesus  Christus,  wachs  in  mi> -." 

i  O  Jesus  Christ,  grow  Thou  in  me, 
And  all  things  else  recede  ; 
My  heart  be  daily  nearer  Thee, 
From  sin  be  daily  freed. 

2  Each  day,  let  Thy  supporting  might 

My  weakness  still  embrace  ; 
My  darkness  vanish  in  Thy  light, 
Thy  life  my  death  efface. 

3  In  Thy  bright  beams,  wThich  on  me  fall, 

Fade  every  evil  thought ; 
That  I  am  nothing,  Thou  art  all, 
I  would  be  daily  taught. 

4  Make  this  poor  self  grow  less  and  less, 

Be  Thou  my  life  and  aim, 
O,  make  me  daily,  through  Thy  grace. 
More  worthy  of  Thy  Name. 

5  Let  faith  in  Thee  and  in  Thy  might 

My  every  motive  move  ; 


188  LOVE  TO  CHRIST. 

Be  Thou  alone  my  soul's  delight, 
My  passion  and  my  love. 

Rev.  Johann  Casp  <r  Lavater  (1741 — icoi),  1780. 
Tr.  by  Mrs.  Elizabeth  Lee  Smith  (181 7—        ),  1869.     Ab. 


246 


8.  7.  D. 
"I'm  a  Miracle  of  Grace." 

i  Hail,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus  ! 

Only  Thee  I  wish  to  sing  ; 
To  my  soul  Thy  Name  is  precious, 

Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King  ; 
O,  what  mercy  flows  from  Heaven, 

O,  what  joy  and  happiness  ! 
Love  I  much,  I've  much  forgiven  ; 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

2  Once  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcerned  in  sin  I  lay, 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 

Till  my  Saviour  passed  that  way. 
Witness,  all  ye  host  of  Heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness. 
Love  I  much,  I've  much  forgiven  ; 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace  ! 

3  Shout,  ye  bright,  angelic  choir, 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above, 
While,  astonished,  I  admire 

God's  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 
That  blest  moment  I  received  Him 

Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace 
Love  I  much,  I've  much  forgiven  ; 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

John  Wingrove  (1720 — 1793),  1785. 

fSATJ  8-  7-  D- 

&±  i  Praise  for  pardoning  Grace 

i  Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  Thee 
For  the  bliss  Thy  love  bestows, 


LOVE  TO  CHRIST.  1 89 

For  the  pardoning  grace  that  saves  me, 
And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows. 

Help,  O  God,  my  weak  endeavor, 
This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise  ; 

Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 
Can  my  love  be  warmed  to  praise. 

Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee, 

Wretched  wTanderer,  far  astray  ; 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee 

From  the  paths  of  death  away. 
Praise,  wTith  love's  devoutest  feeling, 

Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 

Bade  the  blood-stained  cross  appear. 

Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express  ; 
Low  before  Thy  footstool  kneeling, 

Deign  Thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless. 
Let  Thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 

Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise  ; 
And  since  words  can  never  measure, 

Let  my  life  show  forth  Thy  praise. 

Francis  Scott  Key  (1779— 18 4  3)    1057. 


248 


S.  M. 
''  We  are  the  Lord's.'' — Rom.  xiv.  S. 


i  Jesus,  I  live  to  Thee, 
The  loveliest  and  best ; 
My  life  in  Thee,  Thy  life  in  me, 
In  Thy  blest  love  I  rest. 

2  Jesus,  I  die  to  Thee, 

Whenever  death  shall  come  ; 
To  die  in  Thee  is  life  to  me, 
In  my  eternal  home. 


249 


190  LOVE  TO  CHRIST. 

3  Whether  to  live  or  die, 

I  know  not  which  is  best  ; 
To  live  in  Thee  is  bliss  to  me, 
To  die  is  endless  rest. 

4  Living  or  dying,  Lord, 

I  ask  but  to  be  Thine  ; 
My  life  in  Thee,  Thy  life  in  me, 
Makes  Heaven  forever  mine. 

Rev.  Henry  Harbaugh  (1818— 1867),  1850. 

P.  M. 
'  'Schonster  Herrjesu. ' ' 

i  Fairest  Lord  Jesus, 

Ruler  of  all  nature, 
O  Thou  of  God  and  man  the  Son  ! 

Thee  will  I  cherish, 

Thee  will  I  honor, 
Thou,  my  soul's  glory,  joy,  and  crown. 

2  Fair  are  the  meadows, 
Fairer  still  the  woodlands, 

Robed  in  the  blooming  garb  of  spring  : 

Jesus  is  fairer, 

Jesus  is  purer, 
Who  makes  the  woful  heart  to  sing. 

3  Fair  is  the  sunshine, 
Fairer  still  the  moonlight, 

And  the  twinkling,  starry  host  : 

Jesus  shines  brighter, 

Jesus  shines  purer, 
Than  all  the  angels  Heaven  can  boast. 

Unknown  Author  of  the  12th  century. 

rtrA  6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.  4. 

40U  "My  Faith  looks  up  to  Thee." 

i  My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 
Saviour  divine  : 


251 


LOVE  TO  CHRIST.  191 

Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away, 
O  let  me  from  this  day 
Be  wholly  Thine. 

May  Thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire  ; 
As  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
O  may  my  love  to  Thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 

While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  Thou  my  Guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  Thee  aside. 

When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll  ; 
Blest  Saviour,  then,  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove  ; 
O,  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul. 

Rev.   Ray  Palmer  (1808— 1887),  1830. 

6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.  4. 
' '  Jes us,  my  Lo rd  /  " 

i  Jesus,  Thy  Name  I  love, 
All  other  names  above, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 
O  Thou  art  all  to  me  ; 
Nothing  to  please  I  see, 


192  LOVE  TO  CHRIST. 

Nothing  apart  from  Thee, 
Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

2  When  unto  Thee  I  flee, 
Thou  wilt  my  Refuge  be, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 
What  need  I  now  to  fear  ? 
What  earthly  .grief  or  care, 
Since  Thou  art  ever  near, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

3  Soon  Thou  wilt  come  again  : 
I  shall  be  happy  then, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 
Then  Thine  own  face  I'll  see, 
Then  I  shall  like  Thee  be, 
Then  evermore  with  Thee, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

James  George  Deck  (1802 — 1883),  1S37.     Ab. 


252 


C  M. 
Converting  Grace. 

i  O  gift  of  gifts  !  O  grace  of  faith  ! 
My  God,  how  can  it  be 
That  Thou,  who  hast  discerning  love, 
Shouldst  give  that  gift  to  me  ? 

2  How  many  hearts  Thou  mightst  have  had 

More  innocent  than  mine, 
How  many  souls  more  worthy  far 
Of  that  sweet  touch  of  Thine  ! 

3  Ah,  grace,  into  unlikeliest  hearts 

It  is  thy  boast  to  come, 
The  glory  of  thy  light  to  find 
In  darkest  spots  a  home. 


LOVE  TO   CHRIST.  193 

The  crowd  of  cares,  the  weightiest  cross, 

Seem  trifles  less  than  light  ; 
Earth  looks  so  little  and  so  low 

When  faith  shines  full  and  bright. 

O  happy,  happy  that  I  am  ! 

Of  Thou  canst  be,  O  faith, 
The  treasure  that  thou  art  in  life, 

What  wilt  thou  be  in  death  ? 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  (1814— 1863),  i843.     Ab. 


C  M. 
Converting  Grace  commemorated. 


253 

1  O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  His  grace. 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad, 
The  honors  of  Thy  Name. 

3  Jesus,  the  Name  that  charms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  cancelled  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoners  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean, 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1740.     Ab. 
254:  "The  Crucified." 

i  Ask  ye  what  great  thing  I  know 
That  delights  and  stirs  me  so  ? 


194 


CHRIST   PRAISED. 

What  the  high  reward  I  win  ? 
Whose  the  name  I  glory  in  ? 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

What  is  faith's  foundation  strong? 
What  awakes  my  lips  to  song  ? 
He  who  bore  my  sinful  load, 
Purchased  for  me  peace  with  God, 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

Who  defeats  my  fiercest  foes  ? 
Who  consoles  my  saddest  wToes  ? 
Who  revives  my  fainting  heart, 
Healing  all  its  hidden  smart  ? 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

Who  is  Life  in  life  to  me  ? 
Who  the  Death  of  death  will  be  ? 
Who  will  place  me  on  His  right 
With  the  countless  hosts  of  light  ? 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

;  This  is  that  great  thing"  I  know  ; 
This  delights  and  stirs  me  so  : 
Faith  in  Him  who  died  to  save, 
Him  who  triumphed  o'er  the  grave, 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Hall  Kennedy  (1804— 1863),  1863. 


255 


C.  P.  M. 
■  I  we  Divine.' 


0  LOVE  divine,  how  sweet  Thou  art 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart 

All  taken  up  by  Thee? 

1  thirst,  and  faint,  and  die  to  prove 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love, 

The  love  of  Christ  to  me. 


CHRIST   PRAISED.  195 

God  only  knows  the  love  of  God  ; 
O  that  it  now  wTere  shed  abroad 

In  this  poor,  stony  heart ! 
For  love  I  sigh,  for  love  I  pine  : 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine, 

Be  mine  this  better  part. 

O  that  I  could  forever  sit 

With  Mary  at  the  Master's  feet  ! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice, 
IV/Iy  only  care,  delight,  and  bliss, 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth,  be  this, 

To  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1749.     Ab. 


C.  P.  M. 
The  Matchless  Worth ."— Ps.  lxvi.  : 


256 

1  O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 

0  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 
Which  in  my  Saviour  shine, 

I'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings, 
In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  He  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin,  and  wrath  divine  ; 
I'd  sing  His  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  He  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  He  wears, 

Exalted  on  His  throne  ; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 

1  would  to  everlasting  days 
Make  all  His  glories  known. 


196  I.OVE  TO  CHRIST. 

4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 

Whennny  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  His  face  ; 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  His  grace. 

Rev    Samuel  Medley  (1738— 1799),  17S9.     Ab. 


257 


P.  M. 
Jesus  paid  it  all. 

i  I  hear  the  Saviour  say, 

' '  Thy  strength  indeed  is  small ; 
Child  of  weakness,  watch  and  pray, 
Find  in  Me  thine  all  in  all." 

Chorus. 
Jesus  paid  it  all, 

All  to  Him  I  owe  ; 
vSin  had  left  a  crimson  stain  : 

He  wash'd  it  white  as  snow. 

2  Lord,  now  indeed  I  find 

Thy  power,  and  Thine  alone, 
Can  change  the  leper's  spots, 

And  melt  the  heart  of  stone. — Cho. 

3  For  nothing  good  have  I  ? 

Whereby  Thy  grace  to  claim — 
I'll  wash  my  garments  white 

In  the  blood  of  Calvary's  Lamb. — Cho 

4  When  from  my  dying  bed 

My  ransomed  soul  shall  rise, 
Then  "  Jesus  paid  it  all  !" 

Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies. — Cho. 

5  And  when  before  the  throne 

I  stand  in  Him  complete, 


LOVK    TO    CHRIST.  1 97 

I'll  lay  my  trophies  down, 

All  down  at  Jesus'  feet. — Cho/ 

Mrs.  Elvina  Mabel  Myers  (1818—         ),  1865. 


^jOO  Altogether  lovely. 

i   My  Jesus,  I  love  Thee,  I  know  Thou  art 

mine, 
For  Thee  all  the  follies  of  sin  I  resign  ; 
My  gracious  Redeemer,  my  Saviour  art 

Thou, 
If  ever  I  loved  Thee,  my  Jesus,  'tis  now. 

2  I  love  Thee,  because  Thou  has  first  loved 

me, 
And  purchased  my  pardon  on  Calvary's 

tree  ; 
I    love   Thee   for  wearing  the  thorns  on 

Thy  brow  ; 
If  ever  I  loved  Thee,  my  Jesus,  'tis  now. 

3  I  will  love  Thee  in  life,  I  will  love  Thee 

in  death, 
And  praise  Thee  as  long  as  Thou  lendest 

me  breath, 
And  say,  wThen  the  death  dew  lies  cold  on 

my  brow, 
If  ever  I  loved  Thee,  my  Jesus,  'tis  now. 

4  In  mansions  of  glory  and  endless  delight 
I'll  ever  adore  Thee  in  Heaven  so  bright; 
I'll  sing  with  the  glittering  crown  on  my 

brow, 
If  ever  I  loved  Thee,  my  Jesus,  'tis  now. 

London  Hymn  Book,  18C4. 


I98  CHRIST   PRAISED. 

orn  p.m. 

yjj  The  clea  nsi  ng  strea  m . 

i  O,  now  I  see  the  crimson  wave, 
The  fountain  deep  and  wide  ; 
Jesus,  my  L,ord,  mighty  to  save, 
Points  to  His  wounded  side. 

Chorus. 
The  cleansing  stream,  I  see,  I  see  ! 
I  plunge,  and  O,  it  cleanseth  me  ! 
O  praise  the  Lord,  it  cleanseth  me  ! 
It  cleanseth  me,  yes,  cleanseth  me  ! 

2  I  see  the  new  creation  rise, 

I  hear  the  speaking  blood  ; 
It  speaks  !  polluted  nature  dies  ! 

Sinks  'neath  the  cleansing  flood. — Cho. 

3  I  rise  to  walk  in  heaven's  own  light, 

Above  the  world  and  sin, 
With    heart   made    pure,    and    garments 
white, 
And  Christ  enthroned  within. — Cho. 

4  Amazing  grace  !   'tis  heaven  below 

To  feel  the  blood  applied  ; 

And  Jesus,  only  Jesus  know, 

My  Jesus  crucified. — Cho. 

Mrs.  Phoebe  Palmer  (1802— 1874),  1872. 


260 


S.  M. 
"  /  bless  the  c  'hrist  of  God, ' ' 

I  BLESS  the  Christ  of  God  ; 

I  rest  on  love  divine  ; 
And  with  unfaltering  lip  and  heart, 

I  call  this  Saviour  mine. 

His  cross  dispels  each  doubt  ; 
I  bury  in  His  tomb 


261 


PILGRIMAGE.  199 

Each  thought  of  unbelief  and  fear, 
Each  lingering  shade  of  gloom. 

I  praise  the  God  of  grace  ; 

I  trust  His  truth  and  might  ; 
He  calls  me  His,  I  call  Him  mine, 

My  God,  my  joy,  my  light. 

'Tis  He  who  saveth  me, 

And  freely  pardon  gives  ; 
I  love  because  He  loveth  me, 

I  live  because  He  lives. 

My  life  with  Him  is  hid, 
My  death  has  passed  away, 

My  clouds  have  melted  into  light, 
My  midnight  into  day. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808— 1889),  1863.     Ab. 

5.  8.  5. 
"  Jesu,  geh  voran." 

i       Jesus,  still  lead  on, 

Till  our  rest  be  won  ; 
And  although  the  way  be  cheerless, 
We  will  follow,  calm  and  fearless  : 

Guide  us  by  Thv  hand 

||:Toour  Father-land.  :|| 

2  If  the  way  be  drear, 
If  the  foe  be  near, 

Let  not  faithless  fears  o'ertake  us, 
Let  not  faith  and  hope  forsake  us  ; 

For,  through  many  a  foe, 

||:  To  our  home  we  go.  :|| 

3  When  we  seek  relief 
From  a  long-felt  grief, 

When  temptations  come  alluring, 
Make  us  patient  and  enduring  ; 


200  PILGRIMAGE. 

Show  us  that  bright  shore, 
||:  Where  we  weep  no  more.  :j| 

4      Jesus,  still  lead  on, 

Till  our  rest  be  won  ; 
Heavenly  Leader,  still  direct  us, 
Still  support,  console,  protect  us, 

Till  we  safely  stand 

|| :  In  our  Fatherland.  :|| 

Nicolaus  Ludwig  Zinzendori  (1700 — 1760),^  172 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Borthwick  (1813—        ),  1854-     W.  al 


262 


5.  8.  5. 
"  Wer  ist  wohl  wie  Dn  ?" 


Jesus,  who  can  be 

Once  compared  with  Thee  ! 
Source  of  rest  and  consolation, 
Life  and  light,  and  full  salvation  ; 

Son  of  God,  with  Thee 

None  compared  can  be  ! 

2  Thou  hast  died  for  me, 
From  all  misery 

And  distress  me  to  deliver, 
And  from  death  to  save  forever  ; 

I  am  by  Thy  blood 

Reconciled  to  God. 

3  Grant  me  steadiness, 
Lord,  to  run  my  race, 

Following  Thee  with  love  most  tender, 
So  that  Satan  may  not  hinder 

Me  by  craft  or  force  ; 

Further  Thou  my  course. 

4  When  I  hence  depart, 
Strengthen  Thou  my  heart  ; 

Where  Thou  art,  ()  Lord,  convey  me, 
In  Thy  righteousness  array  me, 


PILGRIMAGK.  20I 

That  at  Thy  right  hand 
Joyful  I  may  stand. 

Rev.  Johann  Anastasius  Freylinghausen  (1670 — 1739),   I713- 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Gambold  (1711 — 1771),  1754.    Ab.  and  alt. 


263 


7.  a  D. 

The  Pilgrims  of  Jesus. 

i   O  happy  band  of  pilgrims, 

If  onward  ye  will  tread, 
With  Jesus  as  your  Fellow, 

To  Jesus  as  your  Head. 
O  happy,  if  ye  labor 

As  Jesus  did  for  men  : 
O  happy,  if  ye  hunger 

As  Jesus  hungered  then. 

2  The  cross  that  Jesus  carried 

He  carried  as  your  due  : 
The  crown  that  Jesus  weareth 

He  weareth  it  for  you. 
The  faith  by  which  ye  see  Him, 

The  hope  in  which  ye  yearn, 
The  love  that  through  all  trouble 

To  Him  alone  will  turn  : 

3  What  are  they  but  forerunners 

To  lead  you  to  His  sight  ? 
What  are  they  save  th'  effluence 

Of  uncreated  Light  ? 
The  trials  that  beset  you, 

The  sorrows  ye  endure, 
The  manifold  temptations 

That  death  alone  can  cure  : 

4  What  are  they,  but  His  jewels 

Of  right  celestial  worth  ? 
What  are  they  but  the  ladder. 
Set  up  to  Heaven  on  earth  ? 


264 


PILGRIMAGE. 

O  happy  band  of  pilgrims, 
Look  upward  to  the  skies ; 

Where  such  a  light  affliction 
Shall  win  you  such  a  prize. 

Joseph  of  the  Studium  (808—883), 
Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818—1866),  1862.     SI.  alt. 

8.  7.  D. 
"  Gently,  Lord." 

i  Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us, 

Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears, 
Through  the  trials  y et  decreed  us, 

Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 

When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  Thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 

Lead  us  in  Thy  perfect  way. 

2  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish, 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near, 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish, 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear  ; 
And,  wThen  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  in  Thine  arms  to  rest, 
Till,  by  angel  bands  attended, 

We  awake  among  the  blest. 

Thomas  Hastings  (1784 — 1872),  1830,  1850,  1859. 

orr  8.  7.  4. 

yOJ  Prayer  for  Guidance. 

i  Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 

I  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  Thy  pow'rful  hand  ; 

Bread  of  Heaven,  Bread  of  Heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  stream  doth  flow; 


PILGRIMAGE.  203 

Let  the  fire  and  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  :     • 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  Thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 
Death  of  deaths,  and  hell's  destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 

Songs  of  praises, 
I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 

Rev.  Peter  Williams  (1719 — 1796),  1771.     V.  1. 
Rev.  William  Williams  (1717 — 1791),  *773-     Ab. 

f)££  6.  6.  8.  6.  8.  7. 

talOO  "On  our  Way  to  God." — Heb.  xi.  14. 

i  To  Canaan's  sacred  bound 
We  haste  with  songs  of  joy, 
Where  peace  and  liberty  are  found, 
And  sweets  that  never  clov. 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
We  are  on  our  way  to  God. 

2  Our  toils  and  conflicts  cease 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ; 
We  there  shall  dwell  in  endless  peare, 
And  never  hunger  more. 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
We  are  on  our  way  to  God. 

3  There,  in  celestial  strains, 

Enraptured  myriads  sing  ; 
There  love  in  every  bosom  reigns, 
For  God  Himself  is  King. 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
We  are  on  our  way  to  God. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly  (1769— 1855),  1C04.     Ab. 


204  PILGRIMAGE. 

ftgW  6.  G.  8.  6.  8.  7. 

tJO  i  Pressing  onzuard. 

i  This  is  the  day  of  toil 

Beneath  earth's  sultry  noon  ; 
This  is  the  day  of  service  true, 
But  the  rest  cometh  soon. 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

2  Onward  we  press  in  haste, 

Upward  our  journey  still ; 
Ours  is  the  path  the  Master  trod, 
Through  good  report  and  ill. 
Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

3  The  way  may  rougher  grow, 

The  weariness  increase ; 
We  gird  our  loins,  and  hasten  on  ; 
The  end,  the  end  is  peace. 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808—1889),  1S66.     Ab. 

«£Q  CM. 

£iUw  Jacob's  Vow. — Gen.  xxviii.  20 — 22. 

i  O  God  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand, 
Thy  people  still  are  fed  ; 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 
Hast  all  our  fathers  led. 

2  Our  vows,  our  prayers,  we  now  present 

Before  Thy  throne  of  grace  : 
God  of  our  fathers,  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

3  Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  ; 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 
And  raiment  fit  provide. 


PILGRIMAGE.  205 

4  O  spread  Thy  covering  wings  around, 
Till  all  our  wanderings  cease, 
And,  at  our  Father's  loved  abode, 
Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751),  1737. 
Michael  Bruce  (1746 — 1767),  1781.     Alt. 

4  O  3  Hea  ven  I)  •  Hope . 

i  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurled, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares  like  a  wild  deluge  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall  ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  Heaven,  my  All. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  17.K). 
U  / U        The  High-way  to  Zion.—ls.  xxxv.  8—10. 

i  Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
Your  great  Deliverer  sing  : 
Pilgrims  for  Zion's  city  bound, 
Be  joyful  in  your  King. 
2  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 
Through  all  the  blissful  road, 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  smiling  God. 


206  PILGRIMAGE. 

3  There  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head  ; 
While  sorrow,  crying  and  distress, 
Like  shadows  all  are  fled. 

4  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength  ; 

Pursue  His  footsteps  still  ; 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye, 
While  laboring  up  the  hill. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge,  (1702 — 1751),  1755- 

97I  7.  D. 

4a  1  X  Xumbered  with  God's  Sons. 

i  Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God, 

They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood  ; 
They  are  ransomed  from  the  grave, 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have  : 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 
With  them  numbered  may  wTe  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

2  God  did  love  them  in  His  Son, 
Long  before  the  world  begun  ; 
All  their  sins  are  washed  away  ; 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day  : 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

3  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth, 
Children  of  a  heavenly  birth, 
One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one  ; 
Glory  is  in  them  begun  : 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 


PILGRIMAGE.  207 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

Rev.  Joseph  Humphreys  (1720—         ),  1743.     Ab. 

ai-**  10.4.10.10. 

4  /  4  "Lead  Thou  vie  on." 

i   Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  th'  encircling 
gloom, 

Lead  thou  me  on  ; 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home, 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ; 
Keep  Thou  my  feet ;  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene  ;  one  step  enough  for  me. 

2  I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  Thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on  ; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path  ;  but  now 

Lead  Thou  me  on  ! 
I  loved  the  garish  day,  and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will.     Remember  not  past 
years  ! 

3  So  long  Thy  power  has  blest  me,  sure  it  still 

Will  lead  me  on 
O'  er  moor  and  fen,  o'  er  crag  and  torrent,  till 

The  night  is  gone, 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost 
awhile  ! 

Rev.  John  Henry  Newman  (1801 — 1890),  1833. 

070  s.  m. 

M  i  0  Weak  Believers  encouraged. 

i  Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 
Down  from  the  willows  take  ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine 
Bid  every  string  awake. 


2o8  PILGRIMAGE. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home; 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine  ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  His  control ; 
His  loving-kindness  shall  break  through 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

5  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 

That  stays  himself  on  Thee  ; 
Who  wait  for  Thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  Thy  salvation  see. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady    (1740 — 1778),  1772.     Ab. 

A1JA  7.  6.  D. 

4  1  T  "Rise,  my  Soul." 

i  Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings, 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things 

Towards  Heaven,  thy  native  place  : 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  decay  ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove  ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run, 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course  ; 

Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun  ; 
Both  speed  them  to  their  source  : 

So  a  soul,  that's  bom  of  God, 
Pants  to  view  His  glorious  face, 


275 


PILGRIMAGE.  209 

Upward  tends  to  His  abode, 
To  rest  in  His  embrace. 

Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn, 

Press  onward  to  the  prize  ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below, 

And  earth  exchanged  for  Heaven. 

Rev.  Robert  Seagrave  (1693 — 1754),  1742.     Ab 

7.  6.  D. 
'*  Time  is  winging  us  away** 

Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  ; 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms  ; 
All  that's  mortal  soon  shall  be 

Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 

Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  ; 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon,  above, 
Far  beyond  the  world's  annoy. 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 

John  Burton  (1773 — 1822),  1S15. 


.  7.  7. 
Jerusalem." 


276 

1  WE  are  on  our  journey  home, 

Where  Christ  our  Lord  is  gone  ; 


2IO  PILGRIMAGE. 

We  shall  meet  around  His  throne, 
When  He  makes  his  people  one 

|| :  In  the  new:||  Jerusalem. 

2  We  can  see  that  distant  home, 

Though  clouds  rise  dark  between  ; 
Faith  views  the  radiant  dome, 
And  a  lustre  flashes  keen 
II:  From  the  new:||  Jerusalem. 

3  O  glory  shining  far 

From  the  never-setting  Sun, 
O  trembling  morning-star, 
Our  journey's  almost  done 
||:To  the  new:||  Jerusalem. 

4  O  holy,  heavenly  home, 

O  rest  eternal  there  : 
When  shall  the  exiles  come, 

Where  they  cease  from  earthly  care 
1 1 :  In  the  new: 1 1  Jerusalem. 

5  Our  hearts  are  breaking  now 

Those  mansions  fair  to  see 
O  Lord,  Thy  heavens  bow, 
And  raise  us  up  with  Thee 
||:To  the  new:||  Jerusalem. 

Rev.  Charles  Beecher  (1S19—         ).  1855. 

nrrrj  io.io.il.  42. 

(mi  1  I      "  Lay  Hold  on  eternal  Life."  —  i  Tim.  vi.  ra, 

I  Breast  the  wave,  Christian,  when  it  is 
strongest  ; 

Watch  for  day,  Christian,  when  night  is 
longest ; 

Onward  and  onward  still  be  thine  en- 
deavor ; 

The  rest  that  remaineth,  endureth  forever. 


PILGRIMAGE.  211 

2  Fight  the  fight,  Christian,  Jesus  is  o'er 

thee  ; 
Run  the  race,  Christian,  Heaven  is  before 

thee  ; 
He  who  hath  promised  faltereth  never  ; 
O  trust  in  the  love  that  endureth  forever. 

3  Lift  the  eye,  Christian,  just  as  it  closeth  ; 
Raise  the  heart,  Christian,  ere  itreposeth  ; 
Nothing  thy  soul  from  the  Saviour  shall 

sever ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  mount  upward  to  praise 
Him  forever. 

Joseph  Stammers  (1801 —         ),  1830.     Alt. 

v7Q  i0- 

hd  l  Q  "Horn   and    Mreary.','> 

i  My  feet    are   worn    and  weary   with  the 
march 
O'er  the  rough   road  and  up  the  steep 
hillside  ; 
O  City  of  our  God,  I  fain  would  see 
Thy  pastures  green,  where  peaceful  wa- 
ters glide. 

2  My  garments,    travel-worn    and    stained 

with  dust, 

Oft  rent   by    briers    and    thorns    that 
crowd  my  way, 
Would  fain  be  made,  O  Lord,  my  Righte- 
ousness, 

Spotless   and   white   in    Heaven's    un- 
clouded ray. 

3  My  heart  is  weary  of  its  own  deep  sin  : 

Sinning,  repenting,  sinning  still  again  ; 
When  shall  my  soul  Thy  glorious  pres- 
ence feel, 


212  PII.GR  I MAGK. 

And  find,  dear  Saviour,  it  is  free  from 
stain  ? 

4  Patience,  poor  soul  !    the   Saviour's   feet 

were  worn, 
The   Saviour's   heart    and  hands  were 

weary,  too  ; 
His   garments   stained    and   travel- worn, 

and  old, 
His  vision  blinded  with  a  pitying  dew. 

5  Love   thou  the  path  of  sorrow  that  He 

trod  ; 
Toil  on,   and  wait  in  patience  for  thy 

rest ; 
O  City  of  our  God,  we  soon  shall  see 
Thy  jasper  walls,   home   of  the   loved 

and  blest. 

Mrs.  Sarah  Roberts  Boyle  (1812— iS6^),  1853. 
tj  [  yj  "  Homeward  Bound. 

i  Out  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride, 

We're  homeward   bound,  homeward 
bound  ; 
Tossed  on  the  waves  of  a  rough,  restless 
tide, 
We're  homeward  bound,    homeward 
bound  ; 
Far  from  the  safe,  quiet  harbor  we  rode, 
Seeking  our  Father's  celestial  abode. 
Promise  of  which  on  us  each  He  bestowed, 
We're   homeward  bound,   homeward 
bound. 

2   Wildly  the  storm  sweeps  us  on  as  it  roars  ; 
We're  homeward  bound  ; 


PII.GRIM  SONGS.  213 

Look  !    yonder   lie   the   bright    heavenly 
shores  ; 
We're  homeward  bound  ; 
Steady!  O  pilot,  stand  firm  at  the  wheel, 
Steady  !  we  soon  shall  outweather  the  gale ; 

0  how  we  fly  '  neath  the  loud-creaking  sail ; 

We're  homeward  bound. 

3  Into  the  harbor  of  heaven  we  now  glide, 

We're  home  at  last ; 
Softly  we  drift  on  its  bright  silver  tide, 

We're  home  at  last ; 
Glory  to  God  !  all  our  dangers  are  o'er  ; 
We  stand  secure  on  the  glorified  shore  ; 
Glory  to  God  !  we  wall  shout  evermore, 

We're  home  at  last. 

Anonymous.     1S53. 

«QO  9-  **■  10.  10. 

uOU         "  Strangers  and  Pilgrims."— Heb.  xi.  13. 

i  I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger  ; 

1  can  tarry,  I  can  tarry,  but  a  night  ; 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 

To  where  the  fountains  are  ever  flowing. 

Refrain. 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger  ; 
I  can  tarry,  I  can  tarty,  but  a  night. 

2  There  the  glory  is  ever  shining  : 

O,  my  longing  heart,  my  longing  heart  is 

there  : 
Here  in  this  country,  so  dark  and  dreary, 
I  long  have  wandered  forlorn  and  weary. 

— Ref. 

3  There's  the  City  to  which  I  journey  ; 

My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  its  light  ; 


214  PILGRIM   SONGS. 

There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing, 
Nor  any  tears  there,  nor  any  dying. — 

Ref. 

Mrs.  Mary  S.  B.  Dana  (1810—        ),  1841.     Alt. 
U  U 1  "  Tra veiling  Home. ' ' 

i  Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  His  works  and  ways. 

2  We  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  : 
They  are  happy  now,  and  we 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest, 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

5  Lord,  obediently  we  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  Thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  Thee. 

Rev.  John  Cennick  (1717— 1755^,  1742.     Ab. 
£iQ£l  "Faint  not )  Christians** 

i  Faint  not,  Christian,  though  the  road, 
Leading  to  thy  blest  abode, 
Darksome  be,  and  dangerous,  too  ; 
Christ,  thy  Guide,  will  bring  thee  through. 


PILGRIM   SONGS.  215 

2  Faint  not,  Christian,  though  the  world 
Has  its  hostile  flag  unfurled  ; 

Hold  the  cross  of  Jesus  fast, 
Thou  shalt  overcome  at  last. 

3  Faint  not,  Christian,  though  within 
There's  a  heart  so  prone  to  sin  ; 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  over  all, 

He'll  not  suffer  thee  to  fall. 

4  Faint  not,  Christian,  look  on  high  ; 
See  the  harpers  in  the  sky  : 
Patient,  wait,  and  thou  wilt  join 
Chant  with  them  of  love  divine. 

Rev.  James  Harrington  Evans  (1785 — 1849),  1833.     Ab. 


283 


6.  4.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.  4. 
'Strangers  and  Pilgrims." — Heb.  xi.  13. 

i   I'm  but  a  stranger  here, 
Heaven  is  my  home  ; 

Earth  is  a  desert  drear — 
Heaven  is  my  home  ; 

Danger  and  sorrow  stand 

Round  me  on  even'  hand  ; 

Heaven  is  my  fatherland 
Heaven  is  my  home. 

2  What  though  the  tempest  rage, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
Time's  wild  and  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast ; 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

3  There  at  my  Saviour's  side, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 


2l6  PILGRIM   SONGS. 

I  shall  be  glorified, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ; 
There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  I  loved  most  and  best, 
And  there  I  too  shall  rest, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

Rev.  Thomas  Ramson  Taylor  (1807—1835),  1834.     Ab. 


8.  7.  D. 
Jordan's  Strand. 


284 

1  My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 

And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them,  as  they  fly, 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger  ; 

Chorus. 
For,  O  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand  ; 

Our  friends  are  passing  over  ; 
And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 

We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 

Our  heavenly  home  discerning ; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 

11  Let  every  lamp  be  burning  :" — Cho. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing  ; 
That  perfect  rest  nought  can  molest, 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing  : — Cho. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever  ; 
Our    King    says,    "Come!"   and   there's 
our  home, 
Forever,  O  forever  : — Cho. 

Rev.  David  Nelson  (1793 — 1844. 


235 


PILGRIM   SONGS.  2ir7 

6.  5.  D. 
The  Guiding  Banner. 

Brightly  gleams  our  banner, 

Pointing  to  the  sky, 
Waving  wand'rers  onward 

To  their  home  on  high  ; 
Journeying  o'er  a  desert, 

Gladly  thus  we  pray, 
Still  with  hearts  united, 

Singing  on  our  way. 

Brightly  gleams  our  banner, 

Pointing  to  the  sky. 
Waving  wTanderers  onward 

To  their  home  on  high. 

All  our  days  direct  us 

In  the  way  we  go, 
Lead  us  on  victorious 

Over  every  foe  ; 
Bid  Thine  angels  shield  us, 

When  the  storm-clouds  lower, 
Pardon  Thou  and  save  us 

In  the  last  dread  hour. 
Brightly  gleams,  &c. 

Then  with  saints  and  angels 

May  we  join  above, 
Offering  prayers  and  praises 

At  Thy  throne  of  love  ; 
When  the  toil  is  over 

Then  comes  rest  and  peace, 
Jesus  in  His  beauty, 

Songs  that  never  cease. 
Brightly  gleams,  &c. 

Rev.  Thomas  Joseph  Potter  (1825— 1873),  1862.     Ab. 


2l8  MARCHING   ON. 

«Q£  6.5.D. 

teiWU  " Forward  into  Light!" — Ex.  xiv.  15. 

i  Forward  !  be  our  watchword, 

Steps  and  voices  joined  ; 
Seek  the  things  before  us, 

Not  a  look  behind  : 
Burns  the  fiery  pillar 

At  our  army's  head  ; 
Who  shall  dream  of  shrinking, 

By  our  Captain  led  ? 
Forward  through  the  desert, 

Through  the  toil  and  fight : 
Jordan  flows  before  us, 

Zion  beams  with  light  ' 

2  Forward,  flock  of  Jesus, 

Salt  of  all  the  earth  ; 
Till  each  yearning  purpose 

Spring  to  glorious  birth  : 
Sick,  they  ask  for  healing, 

Blind,  they  grope  for  (lay  ; 
Pour  upon  the  nations 

Wisdom's  loving  ray. 
Forward,  out  of  error, 

Leave  behind  the  night  ; 
Forward  through  the  darkness, 

Forward  into  light  ! 

3  Far  o'er  yon  horizon 

Rise  the  city  towers, 
Where  our  God  abideth  ; 

That  fair  home  is  ours  ; 
Flash  the  walls  with  jasper, 

Shine  the  streets  with  gold  ; 
Mows  the  gladdening  river 

Shedding  joys  untold  ; 


287 


MARCHING    ON.  2ig 

Thither,  onward  thither, 

In  the  Spirit's  might ; 
Pilgrims  to  your  country, 

Forward  into  light ! 

Rev.  Henry  Alford  (1810—1871),  1865.     Ab.  and  at. 

6.5.  D. 
"Onward,  Christian  Soldiers." 

i  Onward,  Christian  soldiers, 

Marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus 

Going  on  before. 
Christ,  the  Royal  Master, 

Leads  against  the  foe  ; 
Forward  into  battle, 

See,  His  banners  go. 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers, 
Marching  as  to  war, 

With  the  cross  of  Jesus 
Going  on  before. 

2  Like  a  mighty  army 

Moves  the  Church  of  God  : 
Brothers,  we  are  treading 

Where  the  saints  have  trod  ; 
We  are  not  divided, 

All  one  body  we, 
One  in  hope  and  doctrine, 

One  in  charity. 
Onward,  &c. 

3  Crowns  and  thrones  may  perish, 

Kingdoms  rise  and  wane, 
But  the  Church  of  Jesus 

Constant  will  remain  : 
Gates  of  hell  can  never 

'Gainst  that  Church  prevail  : 


220  WARFARE. 

We  have  Christ's  own  promise, 
And  that  cannot  fail. 
Onward,  &c. 

4  Onward,  then,  ye  people, 
Join  our  happy  throng, 
Blend  with  ours  your  voices 

In  the  triumph-song  : 
Glory,  laud,  and  honor 

Unto  Christ  our  King  ; 
This  through  countless  ages, 
Men  and  angels  sing. 
Onward,  &c. 

Rev.  Sabine  Baring-Gould  (1834—         ),  1865.     Ab.  and  si.   alt. 


288 


6.  5.  D. 
Ot;  yap  ^Aenetg  rovg  TCLpdrrovTag. 

Christian,  dost  thou  see  them 

On  the  holy  ground, 
How  the  troops  of  Midi  an 

Prowl  and  prowl  around  ? 
Christian,  up  and  smite  them, 

Counting  gain  but  loss  ; 
Smite  them  by  the  merit 

Of  the  holy  cross. 

Christian,  dost  thou  hear  them, 

How  they  speak  thee  fair  ? 
"  Always  fast  and  vigil  ? 

Always  watch  and  prayer  ?" 
Christian,  say  but  boldly, 

"While  I  breathe  I  pray." 
Peace  shall  follow  battle, 

Night  shall  end  in  day. 

"Well  I  know  thy  trouble, 
O  My  servant  true  ; 


WARFARE   AND   PII,GRIMAGK.  221 

Thou  art  very  weary, 

I  was  weary,  too  ; 
But  that  toil  shall  make  thee 

Some  day  all  Mine  own, 
And  the  end  of  sorrow 

Shall  be  near  My  throne.1' 

St.  Andrew  of  Crete  (660 — 732). 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866)  1862.     Ab. 

289  "  The  good  Fight ."— 1  Tim.  vi.  12. 

i   Fight  the  good  fight  with  all  thy  might, 
Christ   is   thy    strength,    and    Christ  thy 

right ; 
Lay  hold  on  life,  and  it  shall  be 
||:Thy  joy  and  crown  eternally.  :|| 

2  Run  the  straight  race  through  God's  good 

grace, 
Lift  up  thine  eyes,  and  seek  His  face  ; 
Life  with  its  way  before  us  lies, 
|| : Christ  is  the  path,  and  Christ  the  prize.  *|| 

3  Cast  care  aside,  upon  thy  guide 
Lean,  and  His  mercy  will  provide  ; 
Lean,  and  the  trusting  soul  shall  prove 
||:Christ  is  its  life,  and  Christ  its  love.:|| 

4  Faint  not  nor  fear,  His  arms  are  near, 
He  changeth  not,  and  thou  art  dear  ; 
Only  believe,  and  thou  shalt  see 
||:That  Christ  is  all  in  all  to  thee.:|| 

Rev.  John  Samuel  Bewlcy  Monsell  (1811 — 1875),  1862. 
2  9  0  "  Ma  rch '  boldly  on." 

i  Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears, 
And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on  ; 


222  WARFARE   AND    PILGRIMAGE. 

March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain's  gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course, 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes  ; 
Thy  Jesus  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  He  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  : 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace  ; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709.     Ab.  and  alt. 
291  iVa  Ik  ing  by  Fa  ith . 

1  'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark  as  night ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  Heaven,  our  home, 
Faith  is  our  guide,  and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies  ; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear  ; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through, 

While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray  ; 
Though  lions  roar  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  vSo  Abr'am,  by  divine  command, 

Left  his  own  house  to  walk  with  God  ; 
His  faith  beheld  the  promised  land, 
And  fired  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


WATCHFULNESS   AND   COURAGE.  223 

292  "  The  whole  Armor  r— Eph.  vi.n  — 18. 

i  Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise, 
And  put  your  armor  on, 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 
Through  His  eternal  Son. 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  in  His  mighty  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts, 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Stand,  then,  in  His  great  might, 

With  all  His  strength  endued, 
And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God. 

4  Leave  no  unguarded  place, 

No  weakness  of  the  soul  ; 
Take  every  virtue,  every  grace, 
And  fortify  the  whole. 

5  To  keep  your  armor  bright, 

Attend  with  constant  care, 
Still  walking  in  your  Captain's  sight, 
And  watching  unto  prayer. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708—1788),  174;.     Ab. 

ftQO  L.  M.  D 

U<J\J  "Arm  these  Thy  Soldiers:' 

i  Arm  these  Thy  soldiers,  mighty  Lord, 
With  shield  of  faith  and  Spirit's  sword  ; 
Forth  to  the  battle  may  they  go, 
And  boldly  fight  against  the  foe, 
With  banner  of  the  cross  unfurled, 
And  by  it  overcome  the  world  ; 
And  so  at  last  receive  from  Thee 
The  palm  and  crown  of  victory. 


224  CONQUERING   AND   CROWNKD. 

2  Come,  ever-blessed  Spirit,  come, 

And  make  Thy  servants'  heartsThy  home; 
May  each  a  living  temple  be, 
Hallowed  for  ever,  Lord,  to  Thee  : 
Enrich  that  temple's  holy  shrine 
With  sevenfold  gifts  of  grace  divine  ; 
With  wisdom,  light,  and  knowledge  bless, 
Strength,  counsel,  fear,  and  godliness. 

Bp  Christopher  Wordsworth  (1807—1885),  1863.     Ab. 
fclw TT  "  Be  on  thy  guard." 

i  My  soul  be  on  thy  guard  ; 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise, 
And  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  O  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  viclory  won, 

Nor  once  at  ease  sit  down  ; 
Thine  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  receive  thy  crown, 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ; 
He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
To  His  divine  abode. 

Rev.  George  Heath  (1745  ?— 1822),  17S1. 

onr  S.  M. 

^i<Jyj      "  Keep  the  charge  oj  the  Lord.'" — Lev  viii.  35. 

i   A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 

A  God  to  glorify, 

A  never-dying  soul  to  save. 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky  : 


CONQUERING   AND   CROWNED.  225 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil  ; 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  Thy  sight  to  live, 
And  O  Thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  Thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 
I  shall  for  ever  die. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley,  (1708— 1788),  1762. 
296  "  Weigh  not  thy  Life. ' ' 

i   My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life 
Against  thy  heavenly  crown, 
Nor  suffer  Satan's  deadliest  strife 
To  beat  thy  courage  down. 

2  With  prayer  and  crying  strong, 

Maintain  the  fearful  fight, 
And  let  the  breaking  day  prolong 
The  wrestling  of  the  night. 

3  The  battle  soon  w7ill  yield, 

If  thou  thy  part  fulfil  : 
For  strong  as  is  the  hostile  shield, 
Thy  swrord  is  stronger  still. 

4  Thine  armor  is  divine, 

Thy  feet  with  victory  shod  ; 
And  on  thy  head  shall  quickly  shine 
The  diadem  of  God. 

Rev.  Leonard  Swain  (1821  — 1869),  1858.     SI.  alt. 


226  CONFLICT  AND   CROWN. 

907  7.7.7.3. 

hi>J  i     "  11  atch  and  pray" — Mark    xiv.  38.     Col.  iv.  a, 

i  Christian,  seek  not  yet  repose, 
Cast  thy  dreams  of  ease  away  ; 
Thou  art  in  the  midst  of  foes  : 
Watch  and  pray. 

2  Gird  thy  heavenly  armor  on, 

Wear  it  ever,  night  and  day  ; 
Ambushed  lies  the  evil  one  : 
Watch  and  pray. 

3  Hear  the  viclors  who  o'ercame  ; 

Still  they  mark  each  warrior's  way  ; 
All  with  warning  voice  exclaim  : 
Watch  and  pray. 

4  Watch,  as  if  on  that  alone 

Hung  the  issue  of  the  day  ; 
Pray  that  help  may  be  sent  down  : 
Watch  and  pray. 

Miss  Charlotte  Elliott  (1789—1871),  1859.     Ah.  and  alt 
hU<J  0  "  He  that  overcometh" — Rev.  ill.  21. 

i  Soldiers,  who  are  Christ's  below, 
Strong  in  faith  resist  the  foe  : 
Boundless  is  the  pledged  reward 
Unto  them  who  serve  the  Lord. 

2  'Tis  no  palm  of  fading  leaves 
That  the  conqueror's  hand  receives  ; 
Joys  are  his,  serene  and  pure, 
Light,  that  ever  shall  endure. 

3  For  the  souls  that  overcome. 
Waits  the  beauteous  heavenly  home, 
Where  the  Blessed  evermore 
Tread,  on  high,  the  starry  floor. 


BATTLE   AND    VICTORY.  227 

4  Passing  soon,  and  little  worth, 

Are  the  things  that  tempt  on  earth  ; 
Heavenward  lift  thy  soul's  regard  ; 
God  Himself  is  thy  Reward. 

5  Father,  Who  the  crown  dost  give, 
Saviour,  by  Whose  death  we  live, 
Spirit,  Who  our  hearts  dost  raise, 
Three  in  One,  Thy  Name  we  praise. 

Paris  Breviary,  1736. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  J.  H.  Clark  (        —        ), 

9QQ  c  M 

6d\J\J  "  Quit  you  like  Men." — 1  Cor.  xvi.  13. 

i  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  His  cause, 
|| :  Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ?:|| 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
|| :  And  sailed  through  bloody  seas?:|| 

3  A  re  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
|| :  To  help  me  on  to  God  ?:|| 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  wTould  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
|| :  Supported  by  Thy  word.  :|| 

5  Thy  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die  ; 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
II:  And  seize  it  with  their  eve.  :|| 


228  BATTLE   AND   VICTORY. 

6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  Thine  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
|| :  The  glory  shall  be  Thine.  :|| 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674— 1748),  1720. 

QAfi  C.  M. 

v)Uv  Pressing  on. — Phil.  iii.  12 — 14. 

i   Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 
And  press  with  vigor  on  : 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
'Tis  His  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye  : — 

4  That  prize  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  mouarchs'  gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

5  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  Thee, 

Have  I  my  race  begun  ; 
And,  crowned  with  victory,  at  Thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702— 1751 '),  1 755- 

QA1  7.  6.  D. 

\J\J  1  "  do  forward,  Christian  Soldier. 

i   Go  forward,  Christian  soldier, 
Beneath  His  banner  true  : 


BATTLE    AND   VICTORY.  229 

The  Lord  Himself,  thy  Leader, 

Shall  all  thy  foes  subdue, 
His  love  foretells  thy  trials, 

He  knows  thine  hourly  need  ; 
He  can,  with  bread  of  heaven, 

Thy  fainting  spirit  feed. 

Go  forward,  Christian  soldier, 

Fear  not  the  secret  foe  ; 
Far  more  are  o'er  thee  watching 

Than  human  eyes  can  know. 
Trust  only  Christ,  thy  Captain, 

Cease  not  to  watch  and  pray  ; 
Heed  not  the  treacherous  voices, 

That  lure  thy  soul  astray . 

Go  forward,  Christian  soldier, 

Xor  dream  of  peaceful  rest, 
Till  Satan's  host  is  vanquished, 

And  Heaven  is  all  possest  ; 
Till  Christ  Himself  shall  call  thee 

To  lay  thine  armor  by, 
Arid  wear,  in  endless  glory, 

The  crown  of  victory. 

Go  forward,  Christian  soldier, 

Fear  not  the  gathering  night  ; 
The  Lord  has  been  thy  shelter, 

The  Lord  will  be  thy  light ; 
When  morn  His  face  revealeth, 

Thy  dangers  all  are  past  ; 
O  pray  that  faith  and  virtue 

May  keep  thee  to  the  last. 

Rev.  Lawrence  Tuttiett  (1825 —         J.  i?66. 


230  BATTLE   AND   VICTORY. 

OAO  S.  M. 

sJ\J  ^  Marching  on. 

i   Rejoice,  ye  pure  in  heart, 

Rejoice,  give  thanks  and  sing  ; 

Your  festal  banner  wave  on  high, 

The  cross  of  Christ  your  King. 

2  Your  clear  hosannas  raise, 

And  allelulias  loud  ; 
While  answering  echoes  upward  float, 
Like  wreaths  of  incense-cloud. 

3  Still  lift  your  standard  high, 

Still  march  in  firm  array, 
As  warriors  through  the  darkness  toil, 
Till  dawns  the  golden  day. 

4  At  last  the  march  shall  end, 

The  wearied  ones  shall  rest, 
The  pilgrims  find  the  Father's  house, 
Jerusalem  the  blest. 

5  Then  on,  ye  pure  in  heart ; 

Rejoice,  give  thanks,  and  sing  ; 

Your  festal  banner  wave  on  high, 

The  cross  of  Christ  your  King. 

Rev.  Edward  Hayes  Plumptre  (1821 —         ),  .     Ab. 

QAQ  7.  6.  D. 

WWW  "Stand   up,  stand  up  for  JesUSP 

i  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross  ; 
Iyift  high  His  royal  banner, 

It  must  not  suffer  loss  : 
From  vielory  unto  victory 

His  army  shall  He  lead, 
Till  every  foe  is  vanquished, 

And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 


BATTLE    AND    VICTORY.  23 1 

2  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

The  trumpet  call  obey  ; 
Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict, 

In  this  His  glorious  day  : 
,k  Ye  that  are  men,  now  serve  Him  M 

Against  unnumbered  foes  ; 
Let  courage  rise  with  danger, 

And  strength  to  strength  oppose. 

3  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

Stand  in  His  strength  alone  ; 
The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you, 

Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own  : 
Put  on  the  gospel  armor, 

Each  piece  put  on  with  prayer  ; 
Where  duty  calls,  or  danger, 

Be  never  wanting  there. 

4  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

The  strife  will  not  be  long  ; 
This  day,  the  noise  of  battle, 

The  next,  the  victor's  song  : 
To  him  that  overcometh, 

A  crown  of  life  shall  be  ; 
He  with  the  King  of  Glory 

vShall  reign  eternally. 

Rev.  George  Duffield  (1818— 1888),  1858.     Ab. 
30  JT  "A  Mighty  Fortress." 

i  A  mighty  Fortress  is  our  God, 
A  bulwark  never  failing  ; 
Our  Helper  He,  amid  the  flood 

Of  mortal  ills  prevailing. 
For  still  our  ancient  foe 
Doth  seek  to  work  us  woe  ; 


232  OUR   FORTRESS. 

His  craft  and  power  are  great, 
And  armed  with  cruel  hate, 
On  earth  is  not  his  equal. 

2  Did  we  in  our  own  strength  confide, 

Our  striving  would  be  losing  ; 
Were  not  the  right  man  on  our  side, 

The  man  of  God's  own  choosing. 
Dost  ask  who  that  may  be  ? 
Christ  Jesus,  it  is  He  ; 
Lord  Sabaoth  is  His  Name, 
From  age  to  age  the  same, 

And  He  must  win  the  battle. 

3  And  though  this  world,  with  devils  filled, 

Should  threaten  to  undo  us  ; 
We  will  not  fear,  for  God  hath  willed 

His  truth  to  triumph  through  us. 
The  Prince  of  darkness  grim, 
We  tremble  not  for  him  ; 
His  rage  we  can  endure, 
For  lo  !  his  doom  is  sure  : 

One  little  word  shall  fell  him. 

4  That  word  above  all  earthly  powers, 

No  thanks  to  them,  abideth  ; 
The  Spirit  and  the  gifts  are  ours 

Through  Him  who  with  us  sideth. 
Let  goods  and  kindred  go, 
This  mortal  life  also  : 
The  body  they  may  kill  ; 
God's  truth  abideth  still, 

His  Kingdom  is  for  ever. 

Rev.  M  mm  Luther  (1483 — 151' 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Frederick  Henry  Hedge  (18^5 —        ),  185^. 


MARCHING    TO    VICTORY.  233 

one  PM 

Jv  J  Marching  to  Victory. 

We  march,  we  march  to  victory, 

With  the  cross  of  the  Lord  before  us, 

With  His  loving  eye  looking  down  from 
the  sky, 
And  His  holy  arm  spread  o'er  us, 
His  holy  arm  spread  o'er  us. 

1  We  come  in  the  might  of  the  Lord  of  light, 

A  joyful  host  to  meet  Him  ; 
And  we  put  to  flight  the  armies  of  night, 
1 1 :  That  the  sons  of  the    day    may   greet 

Him.  :|| 
We  march,  wre  march  to  victory, 

With  the  cross  of  the  Lord  before  us, 
With  His  loving  eye  looking  down  from 
the  sky, 

And  His  holy  arm  spread  o'er  us. 

His  holy  arm  spread  o'er  us. 

2  And  the  choir  of  angels  wTith  song  awaits 

Our  march  to  the  golden  Zion  ; 
For  our  Captain  has  broken  the  brazen 

gates, 
|| :  And  burst  the  bars  of  iron.  :|| 

We  inarch,  we  march,  &c. 

3  Then  onward  we  march,  our  arms  to  prove, 

With  the  banner  of  Christ  before  us, 
With  His  eye  of  love  looking  down  from 

above, 
|| :  And  His  holy  arm  spread  o'er  us.  :|| 

We  march,  we  march,  &c. 

Rev.  Gerard  M  -.nitric  (1839—         ),  1807.      Ah. 


234  CHRISTIAN    WARFARE. 

wUU  Rev.  ii.  25. 

i   Ho  !  my  comrades,  see  the  signal 
Waving  in  the  sky  ! 
Reinforcements  now  appearing, 
Victory  is  nigh  ! 

Chorus. 
"  Hold  the  fort,  for  I  am  coming," 

Jesus  signals  still, 
Wave  the  answTer  back  to  Heaven — 

' '  By  Thy  grace  we  will, ' ' 

2  See  the  mighty  host  advancing, 

Satan  leading  on  : 
Mighty  men  around  us  falling, 
Courage  almost  gone. — Cho. 

3  See  the  glorious  banner  waving, 

Hear  the  bugle  blow  ; 
In  our  Leader's  name  we'll  triumph 
Over  every  foe. — Cho. 

4  Fierce  and  loud  the  battle  rages, 

But  our  Help  is  near  : 
Onward  comes  our  Great  Commander, 
Cheer,  my  comrades,  cheer  ! — Cho. 


rhiiip  p.  miss,  is? 


P.  M. 


30  7  God  speed  the  Right. 

i   Now  to  Heaven  our  prayer  ascending, 

God  speed  the  right  ; 
In  a  noble  cause  contending, 

God  speed  the  right. 
Be  our  zeal  in  Heaven  recorded, 
With  success  on  Earth  rewarded, 

||:God  speed  the  right.  :|| 


COURAGE.  235 

2  1>l-  that  prayer  again  repeated, 

God  speed  the  right  ; 
Ne'er  despairing,  though  defeated, 

God  speed  the  right. 
Like  the  good  and  great  in  story, 
If  we  fail,  we  fail  with  glory, 

|| :  God  speed  the  right.  :|j 

3  Patient,  firm,  and  persevering, 

God  speed  the  right  ; 
Ne'er  th'  event  nor  danger  fearing, 

God  speed  the  right. 
Pain,  nor  toil,  nor  trial  heeding, 
In  the  strength  of  Heaven  succeeding — 

|| :  God  speed  the  right.  :|| 

4  Still  their  outward  course  pursuing, 

God  speed  the  right  ! 
Every  foe  at  length  subduing, 

God  speed  the  right ! 
Truth,  thy  cause,  whate'er  delay  it, 
There's  no  power  on  earth  can  stay  it, 

|| :  God  speed  the  right  !:|| 

W.  V..  Hickson  (        —        ), 

QAQ  L.M.D. 

O  U  0  -s'«  * d  up  Jar  J 

i  Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand  ! 
Firm  as  a  rock  on  ocean's  strand  ! 
Beat  back  the  waves  of  sin  that  roll, 
Like  raging  floods,  around  thy  soul. 

Chorus. 
Stand  up  for  Jesus,  nobly  stand  ! 
Firm  as  a  rock  on  ocean's  strand  ! 
Stand  up,  His  righteous  cause  defend  ; 
Stand  up  for  Jesus  your  best  Friend. 


236  CHRIST   AND    HIS   CROSS. 

2  Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand  ! 
Sound  forth  His  name  o'er  sea  and  land  ! 
Spread  ye  His  glorious  word  abroad. 
Till  all  the  world  shall  own  Him  Lord  ! — 

Cho. 

3  Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand  ! 
Lift  high  the  cross  with  steadfast  hand  ! 
Till  heathen  lands  with  wondering  eye, 
Its  rising  glory  shall  descry. — Cho. 

4  Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand  ! 
Soon  with  the  blest  immortal  band 
We'll  dwell  for  aye,  life's  journey  o'er, 
In  realms    of    light  on    Heaven's    bright 

shore. — Cho. 

R.  Torrey,  Jr.  (         —         ). 

L.  M. 
JVot  ashamed  of  Jesus. — Rom.  i.  16.    Heb.  il.  n. 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  Thee  ? 
Ashamed  of  Thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days? 

Ashamed  of  Jesus  !   sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star  : 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

Ashamed  of  Jesus,  that  dear  Friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  Heaven  depend  ! 
Xo,  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  His  Name. 

Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  yes,  I  may, 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away, 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
Xo  fear  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 


309 


GLORYING   IN   THE   CROSS.  237 

5  Till  then,  nor  is  my  boasting  vain, 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain  ; 
And  O,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 

Rev.  Joseph  Grieg  (         — 1768),  1765.     Ab.  and  alt. 
Rev.  Benjamin  Francis  (1734 — 1799),  x7^7- 

Q1  A  L.  M. 

wJiW  "  Take  up  thy  Cross." — Matt.  xvi.  24. 

i  Takk  up  thy  cross,  the  Saviour  said, 
If  thou  wouldst  My  disciple  be  ; 
Deny  thyself,  the  world  forsake, 
And  humbly  follow  after  Me. 

2  Take  up  thy  cross  ;  let  not  its  weight 

Fill  thy  weak  spirit  with  alarm  ; 
His  strength  shall  bear  thy  spirit  up, 
And  brace  thy  heart,  and  nerve  thine 
arm. 

3  Take  up  thy  cross,  nor  heed  the  shame, 

Xor  let  thy  foolish  pride  rebel  : 
Thy  Lord  for  thee  the  cross  endured, 
To  save  thy  soul  from  death  and  hell. 

4  Take  up  thy  cross,  and  follow  Christ, 

Nor  think  till  death  to  lay  it  down  ; 
For  only  He  who  bears  the  cross 
May  hope  to  wear  the  starry  crown. 

Rev.  Charles  William  Everest  (1814 — 1877)    1833.     Ab.  and  alt. 

Oil  CM. 

sjll  S\o  Cross,  no  Crown. 

i  Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone, 
And  all  the  world  go  free  ? 
No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one, 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  How  happy  are  the  saints  above , 
Who  once  went  sorrowing  here  ! 


238  GLORYING  IN    THE  CROSS. 

But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

3  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free  ; 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear, 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

4  O  precious  cross  !  O  glorious  crown  ! 

O  resurrection  day  ! 
Ye  angels,  from  the  stars  come  down, 
And  bear  my  soul  away. 

Thomas  Shepherd  (1665 — 1739),  1692.     Vs.  1.  Alt. 

Frof.  George  Nelson  Allen  (1812 — 1677),  1849.     Vs.  2,  3. 

Plymouth  Collection,  1855.     Vs.  4. 

Ol  9  C.  M. 

01  —  Christ  our  Example. — John  xiii.  15. 

1  Lord,  as  to  Thy  dear  cross  we  flee, 

And  plead  to  be  forgiven, 
So  let  Thy  life  our  pattern  be, 
And  form  our  souls  for  Heaven. 

2  Help  us,  through  good  report  and  ill, 

Our  daily  cross  to  bear  ; 
Like  Thee,  to  do  our  Father's  will, 
Our  brethren's  griefs  to  share. 

3  If  joy  shall  at  Thy  bidding  fly, 

And  grief's  dark  day  come  on, 
We  in  our  turn  would  meekly  cry 
Father,  Thy  will  be  done. 

4  Should  friends  misjudge,  or  foes  defame, 

Or  brethren  faithless  prove, 
Then,  like  Thine  own,  be  all  our  aim 
To  conquer  them  by  love, 

5  Kept  peaceful  in  the  midst  of  strife, 

Forgiving  and  forgiven, 


CHRIST   AND    HIS    CROSS.  239 

O  may  we  lead  the  pilgrim's  life, 
And  follow  Thee  to  Heaven. 

Rev.  John  Hampden  Gurney  (1S02 — 1862),  1S38.     Ab. 
01  w>  "lam  not  ashamed.11 — 2  Tim.  i.  12. 

i   I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
Or  to  defend  His  cause, 
Maintain  the  honor  of  His  word, 
The  glory  of  His  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  !  I  known  His  Name, 

His  name  is  all  my  trust  ; 
Xor  will  He  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Xor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  His  throne  His  promise  stands, 

And  He  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  His  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  He  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  His  Father's  face, 

And  in  the  New  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 174S),  1709. 
Jl  i     "In  the  Cross  of  Christ  I  Glory.'' — Gal.  vi.  14. 

1  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wTrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me  ; 
Loy  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 


240  CHRIST   AND   HIS   CROSS. 

From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  more  lustre  to  the  day. 

4  Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified  ; 
Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  measure, 
Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

5  In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

Sir  John  Bowring  (1792 — 1872),  1025. 
0 1 0  Hasting  0  n . 

i  Take,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation, 
Rise  o'er  gin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 
Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 

2  Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee  ; 

What  a  Father's  smile  is  thine  ; 
What  a  Saviour  died  to  win  thee  : 

Child  of  heaven,  shouldst  thou  repine  ? 

3  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith  and  winged  by  prayer  : 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there. 

4  Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Swift  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 
Hope  soon  change  to  glad  fruition, 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

1<<  v.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1847),  1824.     Ab. 
316  'Folio;  J  Mr." 

1  JESUS  calls  us  :  o'er  the  tumult 
Of  our  life's  wild,  restless  sea, 


TAKING   THE   CROSS.  241 

Day  by  day  His  sweet  voice  soundeth. 
Softly,  clearly— "  Follow  Me." 

2  Jesus  calls  us,  from  the  evil 

In  a  world  we  cannot  flee, 
From  each  idol  that  wrould  keep  us, 
Softly,  clearly— "  Follow  Me." 

3  Still  in  joy  and  still  in  sadness 

We  discern  our  own  decree  ; 
Still  He  calls,  in  cares  and  pleasures, 
Softly,  clearly—  'k  Follow  Me." 

4  Thou  dost  call  us  !  may  we  ever 

To  Thy  call  attentive  be  ; 
Give  our  hearts  to  Thine  obedience, 
Rise,  leave  all,  and  follow  Thee. 

.Mrs.  Cecil  Frances  Alexander  (1823 —         ),  1858.     Ab.  and  alt. 


317 


S.  7.  D 
" Leaving  All." — Mark  x.  28. 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  Thee  ; 
Destitute,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  henceforth,  my  all  shalt  be  : 
Perish  every  fond  ambition. 

All  I've  sought,  and  hoped,  and  known  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own  ! 

Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me  ; 

Thou  art  not,  like  man,  untrue  ; 
And  while  Thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  may  shun  me, 

Show  Thy  face  and  all  is  bright. 


242  CONFIDENCE   IN    GOD. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure  ; 

Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain  ! 
In  Thy  service,  pain  is  pleasure  ; 

With  Thy  favor,  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  Thee,  Abba,  Father ; 

I  have  stayed  my  heart  on  Thee  : 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  Thy  breast ; 
L,ife  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 
O  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  Thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
O  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  Thee. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte,  1824.     bl.  alt.. 

Q1Q  C.  P.  M. 

wXO  "  Verzage  nicht,  du  Hauflein  klan." 

i  Fear  not,  O  little  flock,  the  foe 
Who  madly  seeks  your  overthrow, 

Dread  not  his  rage  and  power  ; 
What  tho'  your  courage  sometimes  faints, 
His  seeming  triumph  o'er  God's  saints 

leasts  but  a  little  hour. 

2  Be  of  good  cheer  ;  your  cause  belongs 
To  Him  who  can  avenge  your  wrongs  ; 

Leave  it  to  Him,  our  Lord. 
Though  hidden  yet  from  mortal  eyes, 
Salvation  shall  for  you  arise  : 

He  girdeth  on  His  sword  ! 

3  As  true  as  God's  own  Word  is  true, 
Not  earth  nor  hell  with  all  their  crew 

Against  us  shall  prevail. 


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CONFIDKN'CK   IN    GOD.  243 

A  jest  and  byword  are  they  grown  : 
God  is  with  us  ;  we  are  His  own  ; 

Our  victory  cannot  fail. 
Amen,  Lord  Jesus,  grant  our  prayer  ! 
Great  Captain,  now  Thine  arm  make  bare  ; 

Fight  for  us  once  again  ! 
So  shall  Thy  saints  and  martyrs  raise 
A  mighty  chorus  to  Thy  praise, 

World  without  end.     Amen. 

Gustavus  Adolphus  (1594 — 1632),  1631.     In  prose. 

Rev.  Jacob  Fabricius  (1593 — 1654),  I63i.     In  verse. 

Tr.  by  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth  (1827— 1878),  1855.     Alt. 

C.  P.  M. 
Casting  our  Care  on  God. — 1  Pet.  v.  7. 

O  Lord,  how  happy  should  we  be 
If  we  could  cast  our  care  on  Thee, 

If  we  from  self  could  rest ; 
And  feel  at  heart  that  One  above, 
In  perfect  wisdom,  perfect  love, 

Is  working  for  the  best. 
How  far  from  this  our  daily  life, 
How  oft  disturbed  by  anxious  strife, 

By  sudden  wild  alarms  ; 
O  could  we  but  relinquish  all 
Our  earthly  props,  and  simply  fall 

On  Thine  almighty  arms  ! 
Could  we  but  kneel  and  cast  our  load, 
E'en  while  we  pray,  upon  our  God, 

Then  rise  with  lightened  cheer  ; 
Sure  that  the  Father,  who  is  nigh 
To  still  the  famished  raven's  cry, 

Will  hear  in  that  we  fear. 
We  cannot  trust  Him  as  we  should  ; 
So  chafes  weak  nature's  restless  mood 

To  cast  its  peace  away  ; 


244  TRUSTING   IN   CHRIST. 

But  birds  and  flowerets  round  us  preach, 
All,  the  present  evil  teach 
Sufficient  for  the  day. 

5  Lord,  make  these  faithless  hearts  of  ours 
Such  lessons  learn  from  birds  and  flowers  ; 

Make  them  from  self  to  cease, 
Leave  all  things  to  a  Father's  will, 
And  taste,  before  Him  lying  still, 

E'en  in  affliction,  peace. 

Prof.  Joseph  Anstice  (1808 — 1836),  1836, 

qoa  7D 

\J  tj  U  '  'Jesus,  Lover  of  my  Sou  I. ' ' 

i  Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  Thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  nearer  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

O  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  Thee  ; 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  Thee  is  stayed, 

All  my  help  from  Thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

3  Wilt  Thou  not  regard  my  call  ? 

Wilt  Thou  not  accept  my  prayer  ? 
Lo,  I  sink,  I  faint,  I  fall ! 

Lo,  on  Thee  I  cast  my  care. 
Reach  me  out  Thy  gracious  hand  ! 

While  I  of  Thy  strength  receive, 


THE    CHRISTIAN    LIKK.  -MS 

Hoping  against  hope  I  stand, 
Dying,  and  behold  I  live  ! 

4  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want  ; 

More  than  all  in  Thee  I  find  : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Just  and  holy  is  Thy  name  ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness ; 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

5  Plenteous  grace  with  Thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin  : 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  Fountain  art ; 

Freely  let  me  take  of  Thee  ; 
Spring  Thou  up  within  my  heart, 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708—1788),  1740.     SI.   alt. 

001  P.M. 

Jal  Lea vi ng  all  with  Jesus . 

i  I  left  it  all  with  Jesus  long  ago, 

All    my   sins    I    brought    Him,    and  my 

woe  ; 
When  by  faith  I  saw  Him  on  the  tree, 
Heard  His  small,  still  whisper,  "  'Tis  for 

thee," 
II:  From  my  heart  the  burden  rolled  away  ! 

Happy  day  !  ||: 

2  I  leave  it  all  with  Jesus,  for  He  knows 
How  to  steal  the  bitter  from  life's  woes  ; 
How  to  gild  the  tear-drop  with  His  smile, 
Make  the  desert  garden  bloom  awhile: 


246  THE    CHRISTIAN    I.I  !•]•;. 

1 1 '-When  my  weakness  leaneth  on  His  might 
All  seems  light.  :|| 

3  I  leave  it  all  with  Jesus,  day  by  day  ; 
Faith  can  firmly  trust  Him,    come  what 

may  ; 
Hope  has  dropped  her  anchor,  found  her 

rest 
In  the  calm,  sure  haven  of  His  breast : 
||:Love  esteems  it  Heaven  to  abide 

At  His  side.  :| I 

4  O  leave  it  all  with  Jesus,  drooping  soul  ! 
Tell  not  half  thy  story,  but  the  whole, 
Worlds   on  worlds   are  hanging  on    His 

hand, 
Life  and  death  are  waiting  His  command; 
1 1 :  Yet  His  tender  bosom  makes  thee  room — 

O  come  home.  :|| 

Mrs.  Ellen  H.  Willis  (         —         ), 

000  L.   M.  61. 

vJ^lJ  The  solid  Rock. 

1  My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 
Than  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness  ; 
I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  fame, 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name. 

On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand  ; 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

2  When  darkness  seems  to  vail  His  face, 
I  rest  on  His  unchanging  grace  ; 

In  every  high  and  stormy  gale, 
My  anchor  holds  within  the  vail  ; 
On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand  ; 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

3  His  oath,   His  covenant,  and  blood, 
Support  me  in  the  whelming  flood  : 


CONFIDENCE.  247 

When  all  around  my  soul  gives  way, 
He  then  is  all  my  hope  and  stay  : 
On  Christ,  the  solid  reck,  I  stand  ; 
All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

R  v.  Edward  Mote  (1797— 1874),  1834.     Ab. 

Q«Q  p   M- 

jy  j  TJic  peace  that passeth  understanding. 

i  When  peace,  like  a  river,   attendeth  my 
way, 
When  sorrows,  like  sea-billows,  roll ; 
Whatever  my  lot,  Thou  hast  taught  me 
to  say, 
It  is  well,  it  is  well  with  my  soul. 
Chorus. 
It  is  well  with  my  soul, 
It  is  well,  it  is  well  with  my  soul. 

2  Though  Satan  should  buffet,  though  trials 

should  come, 
Let  this  blest  assurance  control, 
That   Christ  hath  regarded  my  helpless 

estate, 
And  hath  shed  His  own  blood  for  my 

soul. — Cho. 

3  My    sins — O    the    bliss    of   this    glorious 

thought — 

My  sin — not  in  part,  but  the  whole, 
Is  nailed  to  His  cross   and   I    bear  it  no 
more, 
Praise  the  Lord,  praise  the  Lord,  O  my 
soul. — Cho. 

4  And,  Lord,  haste  the  day  when   the  faith 

shall  be  sight, 
The  clouds  be  rolled  back  as  a  scroll, 


248  THE    CHRISTIAN    IJKIC. 

The  trump  shall  resound,   and  the  Lord 
shall  descend, 
"Even  so" — it  is  well  with  my    soul. 

— Cho. 

H.  G.  Spafford  (         —         ), 

qO A  11.  6-6-  6.  5. 

0  m  *  ' '  The  Lord  ivill  provide. ' ' 

i   In  some  way  or  other  the  Lord  will  pro- 
vide : 
It  may  not  be  my  way, 
It  may  not  be  thy  way, 
And  yet,  in  His  own  way, 
1 '  The  Lord  will  provide. ' ' 

2  At  some  time  or  other  the  Lord  will  pro- 

vide : 
It  may  not  be  my  time, 
It  may  not  be  thy  time, 
And  yet,  in  His  own  time, 
' '  The  Lord  will  provide. ' ' 

3  Despond  then  no  longer  ;  the  Lord  will 

provide  : 
And  this  be  the  token, 
No  word  He  hath  spoken 
Was  ever  yet  broken  ; 
"The  Lord  will  provide." 

4  March    on,    then,    right    boldly,    the    sea 

shall  divide  : 
The  pathway  made  glorious, 
With  shoutings  victorious, 
We'll  join  in  the  chorus, 
"  The  Lord  will  provide." 

Mrs.  Martha  Walker  Cook  <  i  807—1874),  c\  1804. 


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ASSURANCE.  249 

P.  M. 
John  xv.  5 . 

I  need  Thee  every  hour, 

Most  gracious  Lord  ; 
No  tender  voice  like  Thine 

Can  peace  afford. 
Refrain. 
I  need  Thee,  O  I  need  Thee  ; 
Every  hour  I  need  Thee  ; 
Oh  bless  me  now,  my  Saviour  ! 
I  come  to  Thee. 
I  need  Thee  every  hour  ; 

Stay  Thou  near  by  ; 
Temptations  lose  their  power 

When  Thou  art  nigh. — Ref. 
I  need  Thee  every  hour, 

In  joy  or  pain; 
Come  quickly  and  abide, 

Or  life  is  vain. — Ref. 
I  need  Thee  every  hour  ; 

Teach  me  Thy  will ; 
And  Thy  rich  promises 

In  me  fulfil. — Ref. 
I  need  Thee  every  hour, 

Most  Holy  One  : 
O  make  me  Thine  indeed, 

Thou  blessed  Son. — Ref. 

Mrs.  Annie  S.  Hawkes  1  —  L         , 


P.  M. 
Heb.  X.  - 


326 

i  Blessed  assurance,  Jesus  is  mine  ! 
O  what  a  foretaste  of  glory  divine  ! 
Heir  of  salvation,  purchase  of  God, 
Born  of  His  Spirit,  washed  in  His  blood. 


250  SAFETY    AND    BLESSEDNESS   OK    BELIEVERS. 

Chorus. 
This  is  my  story,  this  is  my  song, 
Praising  my  Saviour  all  the  day  long  ; 
This  is  my  story,  this  is  my  song, 
Praising  my  Saviour  all  the  day  long. 

2  Perfect  submission,  perfect  delight, 
Visions  of  rapture  burst  on  my  sight, 
Angels  descending,  bring  from  above, 
Echoes  of  mercy,  whispers  of  love. — Cho. 

3  Perfect  submission,  all  is  at  rest, 

I  in  my  Saviour  am  happy  and  blest, 
Watching  and  waiting,  looking  above, 
Filled  with  His  goodness,  lost  in  His  love. 

—Cho. 

Mrs.  Frances  Jane  Crosby  Van  Alstyne  (1823 —         ),  1873. 

P.  M. 
Always  icitJi  us. 

Far  out  on  the  desolate  billow, 

The  sailor  sails  the  sea. 
Alone  with  the  night  and  the  tempest, 

Where  countless  dangers  be. 

Chorus. 
Yet,  never  alone  is  the  Christian, 
Who  lives  by  faith  and  prayer  ; 
For  God  is  a  Friend  unfailing, 
And  God  is  everywhere. 
Far  down  in  the  earth's  dark  bosom, 

The  miner  mines  the  ore  ; 
Death  lurks  in  the  dark  behind  him, 

And  hides  in  the  rock  before. — Cho. 
Forth  into  the  dreadful  battle 

The  steadfast  soldier  goes, 
No  friend,  when  he  lies  a  dying 
His  eyes  to  tenderly  close.  —  CHO. 


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GOD'S    KINGDOM    AND    CARE.  25 1 

4  Lord,  grant  as  we  sail  life's  ocean, 
Or  delve  in  its  mines  of  woe  ; 
Or  fight  in  its  terrible  conflict, 
This  comfort  all  to  know. 
That  never,  &c. 

Rossiter  \V.  Raymond  (         —        ), 


Q9Q  LM- 

0^0  God  our  Refuge. — Ps.  xlvi. 

i  God  is  the  Refuge  of  His  saints, 

When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade  ; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  Him  present  with  His  aid. 

2  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar  ; 

In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 
While  every  nation,  every  shore, 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide. 

3  There  is  a  stream,  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ; 
Life,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

4  That  sacred  stream,  Thy  holy  Word, 

Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls  ; 
Sweet  peace  Thy  promises  afford, 

And    give    new    strength    to    fainting 
souls. 

5  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love, 

Secure  against  a  threatening  hour  ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundations  move, 

Built    on  His  truth,    and    armed    with 
power. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674—1748),  1719.     Ab    and  alt. 


252  god's  kingdom  and  care. 

Q9Q  L.  M. 

^4w  "  The  Lord  reignetfi." — Ps.  xcvii. 

i  The  Lord  is  King  :  lift  up  thy  voice, 
O  earth,  and  all  ye  Heavens  rejoice  ; 
From  world  to  world  the  joy  shall  ring, 
The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King. 

2  The  Lord  is  King :  who  then  shall  dare 
Resist  His  will,  distrust  His  care, 

Or  murmur  at  His  wise  decrees, 
Or  doubt  His  royal  promises  ? 

3  The  Lord  is  King  :  child  of  the  dust, 
The  Judge  of  all  the  earth  is  just ; 
Holy  and  true  are  all  His  ways  : 
Let  every  creature  speak  His  praise. 

4  O,  when  His  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  His  love  forsake, 
Then  may  His  children  cease  to  sing, 
The  Lord  Omnipotent  is  King. 

Josiah  Conder  (1789 — 1855),  1824.      Ab. 

QQA  L.  M. 

0\)\J  Divine  protection. — Ps.  cxxi. 

i  He  lives,  the  everlasting  God, 
That    built    the   world,    that   spread  the 

flood; 
The    Heavens    with    all    their   hosts  He 

made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

2  He  guides  our  feet,   He  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  smiles  bless  all  the  day  ; 
He  spreads  the  evening  veil,  and  keeps 
The  silent  hours  while  Israel  sleeps. 

3  Israel,  a  name  divinely  blest, 
May  rise  secure,  securely  rest  ; 


CALMNESS. 

The  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  slumber,  nor  surprise. 

4  On  thee  foul  spirits  have  no  power  ; 
And,  in  thy  last  departing  hour, 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719.    Ab. 

001  CM. 

Owl  "  A  calm,  a  thankful  Heart."' 

i  Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 
Accepted  at  Thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  : — 

2  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  Thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  Thee. 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  Thou  art  mine 

My  life  and  death  attend  ; 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine, 
And  crown  my  journey's  end. 

Miss  Anne  Steele  (1716— 1778),  1760.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 

OOO  C.  M. 

004  "  Sweet  Will  of  God." 

i  I  worship  Thee,  sweet  Will  of  God, 
And  all  Thy  ways  adore  ; 
And  every  day  I  live,  I  seem 
To  love  Thee  more  and  more. 

2  1  love  to  kiss  each  print  where  Thou 
Hast  set  Thine  unseen  feet : 
I  cannot  fear  Thee,  blessed  Will, 
Thine  empire  is  so  sweet. 


254  CALMNESS. 

3  I  have  no  cares,  O  blessed  Will, 

For  all  my  cares  are  Thine  ; 
I  live  in  triumph,  lyord,  for  Thou 
Hast  made  Thy  triumphs  mine, 

4  He  always  wins  who  sides  with  God, 

To  him  no  chance  is  lost ; 
God's  will  is  sweetest  to  him  when 
It  triumphs  at  his  cost. 

5  111  that  He  blesses  is  our  good, 

And  unblest  good  is  ill  ; 
And  all  is  right  that  seems  most  wrong, 
If  it  be  His  sweet  will. 

Rev.  Fjederick  William  Faber  (1814—1863),  1849.     Ab. 

OqO  C.   M. 

000  The  inner  Calm. 

i  Caui  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm, 
Soft  resting  on  Thy  breast  ; 
Soothe  me  with  holy  hymn  and  psalm, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest. 

2  Calm  me,  my  God  and  keep  me  calm  ; 

Let  Thine  outstretched  wing 
Be  like  the  shade  of  Elim's  palm, 
Beside  her  desert  spring. 

3  Yes,   keep   me     calm,   though   loud   and 

rude 
The  sounds  my  ear  that  greet  ; 
Calm  in  the  closet's  solitude, 
Calm  in  the  bustling  street  ; 

4  Calm  in  the  hour  of  buoyant  health, 

Calm  in  my  hour  of  pain  ; 
Calm  in  my  poverty  or  wealth, 
Calm  in  my  loss  or  gain  ; 


CONFIDENCE   IN   GOD.  255 

5  Calm  in  the  sufferance  of  wrong, 
Like  Him  who  bore  my  shame, 
Calm     'mid     the    threatening,    taunting 
throng 
Who  hate  Thy  holy  Name. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808^         ),  1857.     Ah. 

OOA  C  m. 

3Q+  The  Mysteries  of  Providence. 

i   God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
His  wronders  to  perform  \ 
He  plants  His  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  His  bright  designs, 
And  works  His  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take  ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  Him  for  His  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour  ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  His  work  in  vain  : 
God  is  His  own  interpreter, 
And  He  will  make  it  plain. 

William  Cowper(i73i  —  iSoo),  1774. 


256  CONFIDENCE   IN    GOD. 

OOP  CM. 

WWW  Happiness  only  in  God.— Vs.  lxxiii.  25. 

i   My  God,  my  Portion,  and  my  Love, 
My  everlasting  All, 
I've  none  but  Thee  in  Heaven  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  called  the  stars  my  own, 
Without  Thy  graces  and  Thyself 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

3  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore, 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  Thy  face, 
And  1  desire  no  more. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709.     Ab 

QQ£  8.  7. 

WWW  Nevei  -fa  1 //  ng  Goodness . 

i  The  King  of  love  my  Shepherd  is, 
Whose  goodness  faileth  never ; 
I  nothing  lack  if  I  am  His, 
And  He  is  mine  forever. 

2  Where  streams  of  living  water  flow, 

My  ransomed  soul  He  leadeth, 
And,  where  the  verdant  pastures  grow 
With  food  celestial  feedeth. 

3  Perverse  and  foolish  oft  I  strayed, 

But  yet  in  love  He  sought  me, 
And  on  His  shoulder  gently  laid, 
And  home,  rejoicing,  brought  me. 

4  In  death's  dark  vale  I  fear  no  ill 

With  Thee,  dear  Lord,  beside  me 
Thy  rod  and  staff  my  comfort  still, 
Thy  cross  before  to  guide  me. 


CONFIDENCE  IN   GOD.  257 

And  so  through  all  the  length  of  days 

Thy  goodness  faileth  never  ; 
Good  Shepherd,  may  I  sing  Thy  praise 

Within  Thy  house  for  ever. 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker  (1821—1877),  1868.     Ab. 


337 


C.  M  61. 
'My  Times  are  in  Thy  Hand.*1 — Ps.  xxxi. 


i  Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 

Is  portioned  out  for  me  ;  _ 
The  changes  that  are  sure  to  come 

I  do  not  fear  to  see  : 
I  ask  Thee  for  a  present  mind, 

Intent  on  pleasing  Thee. 

2  I  would  not  have  the  restless  will 

That  hurries  to  and  fro, 
Seeking  for  some  great  thing  to  do, 

Or  secret  thing  to  know  : 
I  would  be  treated  as  a  child, 

And  guided  where  I  go. 

3  I  ask  Thee  for  the  daily  strength, 

To  none  that  ask  denied, 
A  mind  to  blend  with  outward  life, 

While  keeping  at  Thy  side  ; 
Content  to  fill  a  little  space, 

If  Thou  be  glorified. 

4  In  service  which  Thy  will  appoints 

There  are  no  bonds  for  me  ; 
My  inmost  heart  is  taught  the  truth 

That  makes  Thy  children  free  : 
A  life  of  self-renouncing  love 

Is  one  of  liberty. 

Miss  Anna  Laetiti.i  Waring  iiS20—  ).  1S50.     Ab.  and  alt. 


258  CONFIDENCE  IN   GOD. 

OOO  Habitual  devotion. 

i  While  Thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 
Thy  love  the  powers  of  thought  bestowed, 

To  Thee  my  thoughts  would  soar ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed, 

That  mercy  I  adore. 

2  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  : 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 

Because  conferred  by  Thee. 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

3  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill  ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 

My  soul  shall  meet  Thy  will. 
My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  lowering  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear, 

That  heart  will  rest  on  Thee. 

Miss  Helen  Maria  Williams  (1762 — 1827),  1786. 
OOO  " 1 will  fear  no  Evil'* — Ps.  xxiii.  4. 

i  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want  shall 
I  know  ; 
I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe-folded  I 
rest ; 


FEARING   NO   EVIL.  259 

He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters 
flow, 
Restores  me  when  wandering,  redeems 
when  oppressed. 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death 

though  I  stray, 

Since  Thou  art  my  Guardian,  no  evil  I 
fear ; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  Thy  staff  be  my 
stay; 

No   harm   can   befall,  with    my    Com- 
forter near. 

3  In   the   midst   of  affliction   my    table    is 

spread ; 
With    blessings   unmeasured   my   cup 

runneth  o'er  ; 
With  perfume  and  oil  Thou  anointest  my 

head  ; 
O  what  shall  I  ask  of  Thy  providence 

more? 

4  Let   goodness  and  mercy,   my  bountiful 

God, 
Still  follow7  my  steps  till  I  meet  Thee 
above ; 
I  seek,  by  the  path  which  my  forefathers 
trod, 
Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn,  Thy 
kingdom  of  love. 

James  Montgomery  (1 771 — 1854),  1S22. 
J  IV  raint,  yet  pursuing. 

i  Though  faint,    yet  pursuing,   we  go  on 
our  way  ; 


260  FEARING   NO   EVIL. 

The  Lord  is  our  Leader,  His  Word  is  our 

stay  ; 
Though  suffering,    and  sorrow,  and  trial 

be  near, 
The  Lord  is  our  Refuge,  and  whom  can 

we  fear? 

2  He   raiseth   the    fallen,   He  cheereth  the 

faint  ; 
The  weak  and  oppressed,    He  will  hear 

their  complaint  ; 
The  way  may  be  weary,    and  thorny  the 

road, 
But  how  can  we   falter  ?  our  help  is   in 

God. 

3  Though  clouds  may  surround  us,  our  God 

is  our  Light  ; 
Though  storms  rage  around  us,  our  God 

is  our  Might ; 
So  faint,    yet  pursuing,    still  onward  we 

come  ; 
The  Lord  is  our  Leader,   and  heaven  is 

our  home. 

Rev.  John  Nelson  Darby  (1800—  1S82),  1S5S.    Ab. 

Q/L1  s- M- 

*)±X  The  Lord  our  Shepherd. —  Ps.  xxiii. 

i   Thk  Lord  my  Shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied  ; 
Since  He  is  mine,  and  I  am  His, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows  ; 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  lull  salvation  flows. 


TRUST.  26l 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim  ; 
And  guides  me,  in  His  own  right  way, 
For  His  most  holy  Name. 

4  While  He  affords  His  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 
Though  I  should  walk  through  death's 
dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd's  with  me  there. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719.     Ab. 

04.0  S.  M. 

yj  ±4  Casting  Care  o>i  Cod. — 1  Pft.  v.  7. 

i  Where  wilt  thou  put  thy  trust  ? 
In  a  frail  form  of  clay, 
That  to  its  element  of  dust 
Must  soon  resolve  away  ? 

2  Where  wilt  thou  cast  thy  care  ? 
Upon  an  erring  heart, 
Which  hath  its  own  sore  ills  to  bear, 
And  shrinks  from  sorrow's  dart  ? 

5  No,  place  thy  trust  above 

This  shadowy  realm  of  night, 
In  Him,  whose  boundless  power  and  love 
Thy  confidence  invite. 

4  His  mercies  still  endure 

When  skies  and  stars  grow  dim, 
His  changeless  promise  standeth  sure  ; 
Go,  cast  thy  care  on  Him. 

Mrs.  Lydia  Howard  Huntley  Sigourney  (1791 — 1S65),  184; 

O4O  C    M. 

wTw  Light  in  Dark)i,  SS. 

1    My  God,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joys, 
The  life  of  my  delights, 


262  NEARER  TO   GOD. 

The  Glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  Comfort  of  my  nights  : 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  He  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  Morning  Star, 
And  He  my  rising  Sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  His  heart  is  mine, 
And  whispers,  I  am  His. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word  ; 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe  : 
The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674— 174b),  1709. 

OAA  6.4.6.4.6.6.4. 

JiT     "  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee." — Gen.  xxviii.  10 — 12. 

i  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  : 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me  ; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
|| :  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  :|| 
Nearer  to  Thee. 

2  Though  like  the  wanderer, 
The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 
My  rest  a  stone  ; 


NEARER  TO   GOD.  263 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
|| :  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  :|| 
Nearer  to  Thee. 

3  There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  unto  Heaven  ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me, 

In  mercy  given  ; 
An  gels  to  beckon  me 
|| :  Nearer,  rny  God,  to  Thee,  :|| 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

4  Then,  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
||:  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  :|| 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

5  Or  if  on  joyful  wing 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upwards  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
||:  Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee,  :|| 

Nearer  to  Thee. 

Mrs.  Sarah  Flower  Adams  (1805 — 1848),  1840. 

6.  4.  6.  4.  6.  6.  4. 
"More  Love  to  T/iee/" — John  xxi.  17. 

More  love  to  Thee,  O  Christ, 

More  love  to  Thee  ! 
Hear  Thou  the  prayer  I  make 

On  bended  knee  : 
This  is  my  earnest  plea, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 

|| :  More  love  to  Thee  !:ll 


345 


264  IvOVK  TO  CHRIST. 

2  Once  earthly  joy  I  craved, 

Sought  peace  and  rest  ; 
Now  Thee  alone  I  seek, 

Give  what  is  best  : 
This  all  my  prayer  shall  be, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 

||:  More  love  to  Thee  !:|| 

3  Let  sorrow  do  its  work, 

Send  grief  and  pain  ; 
Sweet  are  Thy  messengers, 

Sweet  their  refrain, 
When  they  can  sing  with  me, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 

|| :  More  love  to  Thee  !:|| 

4  Then  shall  my  latest  breath 

Whisper  Thy  praise  ; 
This  be  the  parting  cry 

My  heart  shall  raise, 
This  still  its  prayer  shall  be, 
More  love,  O  Christ,  to  Thee, 

|| :  More  love  to  Thee  !:|j 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  Payson  Prentiss  ^819—1878),  1869 


C.  M. 
'  A  closer  Walk." — Gen.  v.  24.     1  John  ii.  6. 


346 

1  O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest  : 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  Thee  mourn, 
And  drove  Thee  from  my  breast. 


RETURNING   TO   GOD.  265 

3  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be  ; 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  Thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  Thee. 

4  vSo  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

William  Cowper  (1731 — 1800),  1774.     Ab. 

rsAJJ  CM. 

0  i  1  llLet  us  Return." — Hos.  vi.  1 — 4. 

1  Long  hath  the  night  of  sorrow  reigned  ; 

The  dawn  shall  bring  us  light  : 
God  shall  appear,  and  w7e  shall  rise 
With  gladness  in  His  sight. 

2  Our  hearts,  if  God  we  seek  to  know, 

Shall  know  Him  and  rejoice  ; 
His  coming  like  the  morn  shall  be, 
Like  morning  songs  His  voice. 

3  As  dew  upon  the  tender  herb, 

Diffusing  fragrance  round  ; 
As  showers  that  usher  in  the  spring, 
And  cheer  the  thirsty  ground  ; 

4  So  shall  His  presence  bless  our  souls, 

And  shed  a  joyful  light ; 
That  hallowed  morn  shall  chase  away 
The  sorrows  of  the  night. 

Rev.  John  Morrison  (1749 — 1798),  1781.     Ab. 

qiQ  c.  m. 

WTO  Panting  for  God. — Ps.  xhi. 

I  As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 
When  heated  in  the  chase, 
So  pants  my  soul,  O  Lord,  for  Thee, 
And  Thy  refreshing  grace. 


266  TRUvST  IN  GOD. 

2  For  Thee,  the  Lord,  the  living  Lord, 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine : 
O  when  shall  I  behold  Thy  face, 
Thou  Majesty  Divine  ? 

3  I  sigh  to  think  of  happier  days, 

When  Thou,  O  Lord,  wast  nigh  ; 
When  every  heart  was  tuned  to  praise, 
And  none  so  blest  as  I. 

4  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Trust  God,  and  thou  shalt  sing 
His  praise  again,  and  find  Him  still 
Thy  health's  eternal  Spring. 

Tate  and  Brady,  1696.     A't. 
Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1847),  1834. 

QAQ  c  M 

>J  i  \J  Constant  Trust  in  God. 

i  Father  of  Love,  our  Guide  and  Friend, 
O  lead  us  gently  on, 
Until  life's  trial-time  shall  end, 
And  heavenly  peace  be  won. 

2  We  know  not  what  the  path  may  be 

As  yet  by  us  untrod  ; 
But  we  can  trust  our  all  to  Thee, 
Our  Father,  and  our  God. 

3  If  called,  like  Abr'am's  child,  to  climb 

The  hill  of  sacrifice, 
Some  angel  may  be  there  in  time  ; 
Deliverance  shall  arise  : 

4  Or,  if  some  darker  lot  be  good, 

O  teach  us  to  endure 
The  sorrow,  pain,  or  solitude, 
That  makes  the  spirit  pure. 


TRUST   IN  GOD.  267 

5  Christ  by  no  flowery  pathway  came  ; 

And  we,  His  followers  here, 
Must  do  Thy  will  and  praise  Thy  Name, 
In  hope,  and  love,  and  fear. 

6  And,  till  in  Heaven  we  sinless  bow, 

And  faultless  anthems  raise, 
O  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  now 
Accept  our  feeble  praise. 

Rev.  William  Josiah  Irons  (1812— 1883),  1853. 
JOU  The  gentle  Shepherd. 

i  Thkrk  is  a  little  lonely  fold, 

Whose  flock  one  Shepherd  keeps, 
Through     summer's    heat   and    winter's 
cold, 
With  eye  that  never  sleeps. 

2  By  evil  beast,  or  burning  sky, 

Or  damp  of  midnight  air, 
Not  one  in  all  that  flock  shall  die 
Beneath  that  Shepherd's  care. 

3  For  if,  unheeding  or  beguiled, 

In  danger's  path  they  roam, 
His  pity  follows  through  the  wild, 
And  guards  them  safely  home. 

4  O  gentle  Shepherd,  still  behold 

Thy  helpless  charge  in  me  ; 
And  take  a  wanderer  to  Thy  fold, 
That,  trembling,  turns  to  Thee. 

Mrs.  Mina  Grace  Saffery  (1773— 1858),  1842. 
001  "  Exceeding  great  and  precious  Promises." — 2  Pet.  i.  4. 

i  How  firm  a  foundation,   ye  saints  of  the 
Lord, 
Is  laid    for  your   faith  in  His  excellent 
Word  ! 


268  OUR  REFUGE. 

What  more  can  He  say  than  to  you  He 
hath  vSaid, 
1 1 :  You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ?:|| 

2  ' '  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  O  be  not  dis- 

mayed, 
For  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee 

aid ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause 

thee  to  stand, 
|| :  Upheld  by    My    righteous,     omnipotent 

hand.:|| 

3  ' '  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call 

thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow  ; 
For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to 

bless, 
||:  And  sandtify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress.  :|| 

4  ' '  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway 

vShall  lie, 

My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply  ; 

The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee  :    I  only  de- 
sign 
|| :  Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to 
refine.  :|  | 

5  "E'en  down   to  old  age,   all  My  people 

shall  prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples 
adorn, 
||:  Ivike  lambs  they  shall  still  in  My  bosom 
be  borne.  :|| 

6  "The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for 

repose 


SUBMISSION    AND    SAFETY.  269 

I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  His  foes ; 
That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor 
to  shake, 
11:1'  11  never,  no,  never,  no,  never  forsake.,,:|| 

George  Keith,  1787.     Ab. 

qr«  CM. 

Jgy  "Make  me  a  clean  Hearty — Pi.  li.  10. 

t  O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ; 
A  heart  that  always  feels  Thy  blood 
So  freely  shed  for  me. 

2  A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek, 

My  dear  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak, 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

3  A  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart, 

Believing,  true,  and  clean  ; 
Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within. 

4  A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed, 

And  full  of  love  divine  ; 
Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  Thine. 

5  Thy  nature,  dearest  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  Thy  new  Name  upon  my  heart, 
Thy  new,  best  Name  of  Love. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley,  (1708-1788),  1742.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 
Oww  The  Heavenly  S/iep/iet  d.—Ps.  xxiii. 

i  To  Thy  pastures  fair  and  large, 

Heavenly  Shepherd,  lead  Thy  charge, 
And  my  couch,  with  teuderest  care, 
Mid  the  springing  grass  prepare. 


2-JO  TRUST. 

2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 

3  Safe  the  dreary  vale  I  tread, 

By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread, 
With  Thy  rod  and  stafFsupplied, 
This  my  guard,  and  that  my  guide. 

4  Constant  to  my  latest  end, 
Thou  my  footsteps  shalt  attend  ; 
And  shalt  bid  Thy  hallowed  dome 
Yield  me  an  eternal  home. 

Rev.  James  Merrick  (1720 — 1769),  1765.     Ab.  and  alt. 

OKA  s.  m. 

WvT       God's  Care  a  Remedy  for  ours. — 1  Pet.  v.  7. 

i  How  gentle  God's  commands  ! 
How  kind  His  precepts  are  ! 
"  Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  I,ord, 
And  trust  his  constant  care. ' ' 

2  While  Providence  supports, 

L,et  saints  securely  dwell ; 
That  hand,  which  bears  all  nature  up, 
Shall  guide  His  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 
Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved 

Down  to  the  present  day  ; 
I'll  drop  my  burden  at  His  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751)*  l7$S* 


355 


TRUST.  271 

S.  M. 
Sailing  on. 

i  If,  through  unruffled  seas, 

Toward  Heaven  we  calmly  sail, 
With  grateful  hearts,  O  God  to  Thee, 
We'll  own  the  favoring  gale. 

2  But  should  the  surges  rise, 

And  rest  delay  to  come, 
Blest  be  the  sorrow,  kind  the  storm, 
Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 

3  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

All  yield  to  Thy  control : 
Thy  tender  mercies  shall  illume 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

4  Teach  us  in  every  state, 

To  make  Thy  will  our  own  ; 
And  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
To  live  by  faith  alone. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady  (1740 — 1778),   1772.     Ab.  and 
much  alt. 

orn  s.  m. 

WWW  "Befiehl  da  deine  Wcgc." 

i  GiVK  to  the  winds  thy  fears  ; 
Hope,  and  be  undismayed  : 
God   hears     thy   sighs,   and  counts   thy 
tears  ; 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves  and  clouds  and  storms, 

He  gently  clears  thy  way  ; 
Wait  thou  His  time,  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  Far,  far  above  thy  thought 

His  counsel  shall  appear, 


272  TRUST. 

When  fully  He  the  work  hath  wrought 
That  caused  thy  needless  fear. 

4  Thou  seest  our  weakness,  Lord, 

Our  hearts  are  known  to  Thee  ; 
O  lift  Thou  up  the  sinking  hand, 
Confirm  the  feeble  knee. 

5  Let  us,  in  life,  in  death, 

Thy  steadfast  truth  declare, 
And  publish  with  our  latest  breath 
Thy  love  and  guardian  care. 

Rev.  Paul  Gerhardt  (1606 — 1676),  1659. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Wesley  (1703 — 1791),  1739.     Ab. 


17  S.  M. 

I       Trust  in  Providence. — Matt,  vi 


35 

1  Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 

And  ways  into  His  hands, 
To  His  sure  truth  and  tender  care, 
Who  earth  and  Heaven  commands. 

2  Who  points  the  clouds  their  course, 

Whom  wind  and  seas  obey, 
He  shall  direct  thy  wandering  feet, 
He  shall  prepare  thy  waj\ 

3  Thou  on  the  Lord  rely, 

So  safe  shalt  thou  go  on  ; 
Fix  on  His  work  thy  steadfast  eye, 
vSo  shall  thy  work  be  done. 

4  No  profit  canst  thou  gain 

By  self-consuming  care  ; 
To  Him  commend  thy  cause  ;   His  ear 
Attends  the  softest  prayer. 

Rev.  Paul  Gerhardt,  1659. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  J  A\s\  Wesley,  1739.     Ab. 


TRUST.  273 

O  0  O  Safety  in  God. —  P  s .  xxx  i . 

i  My  spirit,  on  Thy  care, 
Blest  Saviour,  I  recline  : 
Thou  wilt  not  leave  me  to  despair, 
For  Thou  art  Love  divine. 

2  In  Thee  I  place  my  trust, 

On  Thee  I  calmly  rest ; 
I  know  Thee  good,  I  know  Thee  just, 
And  count  Thy  choice  the  best. 

3  Whate'er  events  betide, 

Thy  will  they  all  perform  ; 
Safe  in  Thy  breast  my  head  I  hide, 
Nor  fear  the  coming  storm. 

4  Let  good  or  ill  befall, 

It  must  be  good  for  me  ; 
Secure  of  having  Thee  in  all, 
Of  having  all  in  Thee. 

Rev.  Henry  Francis  Lyte  (1793 — 1847),  T834 
QyJ^J  ' '  Mein  Jesn,  wie  Die  willst. ' ' 

1  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt, 

0  may  Thy  will  be  mine  ; 
Into  Thy  hand  of  love 

1  would  my  all  resign. 
Through  sorrow  or  through  joy, 

Conduct  me  as  Thine  own, 
And  help  me  still  to  say, 
My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done. 

2  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt : 

If  needy  here  and  poor, 
Give  me  Thy  people's  bread, 
Their  portion  rich  and  sure, 


274  TRUST. 

The  manna  of  Thy  Word 

Let  my  soul  feed  upon  ; 
And  if  all  else  should  fail, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done. 

3  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt  : 

Though  seen  through  many  a  tear, 
Let  not  my  star  of  hope 

Grow  dim  or  disappear. 
Since  Thou  on  earth  hast  wept 

And  sorrowed  oft  alone, 
If  I  must  weep  with  Thee, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done. 

4  My  Jesus,  as  Thou  wilt : 

All  shall  be  well  for  me  ; 
Each  changing  future  scene 

I  gladly  trust  with  Thee. 
Straight  to  my  home  above, 

I  travel  calmly  on, 
And  sing,  in  life  or  death, 

My  Lord,  Thy  will  be  done. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Schmolke  (1672 — 17S7),  1716. 
Tr.  by  Miss  Jane  Borthwick  (1813—        ),  1853.     Ab» 


360 


6.  D. 
Lo?iging  for  Ch  rist. 

i  My  spirit  longs  for  Thee 

Within  my  troubled  breast, 
Unworthy  though  I  be 

Of  so  divine  a  Guest. 
Of  so  divine  a  Guest 

Unworthy  though  I  be, 
Yet  has  my  heart  no  rest 

Unless  it  come  from  Thee. 

2  Unless  it  come  from  Thee, 
In  vain  I  lool  nd  ; 


363, 


SUBMISSION.  275 

In  all  that  I  can  see 

No  rest  is  to  be  found. 
No  rest  is  to  be  found, 

But  in  Thy  blessed  love  : 

0  let  my  wish  be  crowned, 
And  send  it  from  above. 

John  Byrom  (16  ;i  — 1763),  1773 

6.  D. 
"Thy  Way,  not  mine." 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord, 

However  dark  it  be  ! 
Lead  me  by  Thine  own  hand  ; 

Choose  out  the  path  for  me. 
I  dare  not  choose  my  lot ; 

1  would  not,  if  I  might  ; 
Choose  Thou  for  me,  my  God, 

So  shall  I  walk  aright. 

The  kingdom  that  I  seek 

Is  Thine  :  so  let  the  way 
That  leads  to  it  be  Thine. 

Else  I  must  surely  stray, 
Take  Thou  my  cup,  and  it 

With  joy  or  sorrow  fill, 
As  best  to  Thee  may  seem  ; 

Choose  Thou  my  good  and  ill. 

Choose  Thou  for  me  my  friends, 

My  sickness  or  my  health, 
Choose  Thou  my  cares  for  me, 

My  poverty  or  wealth. 
Not  mine,  not  mine  the  choice, 

In  things  or  great  or  small ; 
Be  Thou  my  Guide,  my  Strength, 

My  Wisdom,  and  ni}^  All. 

Rev.  Horatius  B-mar  (1808—1889),  lS^7.    Ab' 


276  SUBMISSION. 

O£0  8-  8-  8-  4- 

OD4  "  7%y  Jf7//  be  done. ' ' 

i  My  Goti  and  Father,  while  I  stray 
Far  from  my  home,  on  life's  rough  way, 

0  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 

"Thy  will  be  done.'' 

2  Though  dark  my  path,  and  sad  my  lot, 
Let  me  be  still  and  murmur  not, 

Or  breathe  the  prayer  divinely  taught* 
"Thy  will  be  done." 

3  Renew  my  will  from  day  to  day  ; 
Blend  it  with  Thine,  and  take  away 
All  that  now  makes  it  hard  to  say, 

"Thy  will  be'done." 

4  Then  when  on  earth  I  breathe  no  more 
The  prayer  oft  mixed  with  tears  before 
I'll  sing  upon  a  happier  .shore  : 

"Thy  will  be  done." 

Miss  Charlotte  Elliott  (1789— 1871),  1834.     Ab 

0C3  7'  a  D- 

vUw  " He  is  precious'* — 1  Pet.  ii.  7. 

i   I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 
For  I  am  full  of  sin  ; 
My  soul  is  dark  and  guilty, 
My  heart  is  dead  within  ; 

1  need  the  cleansing  fountain 
Where  I  can  always  flee, 

The  blood  of  Christ  most  precious, 
The  sinners  perfecl  plea. 

2  I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 
For  I  am  very  poor  ; 
A  stranger  and  a  pilgrim, 
I  have  no  earthly  store  ; 


OUR    XKKD   OF   CHRIST.  ^77 

I  need  the  love  of  Jesus 

To  cheer  me  on  my  way, 
To  guide  my  doubting  footsteps, 

To  be  my  strength  and  stay. 

I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 

And  hope  to  see  Thee  soon, 
Encircled  with  the  rainbow, 

And  seated  on  Thy  throne  : 
There,  with  Thy  blood-bought  children, 

My  joy  shall  ever  be, 
To  sing  Thy  praises,  Jesus, 

To  gaze,  my  Lord,  on  Thee. 

kev.  Frederick  Whitfield  (1829 —        ),  1859.     Ab.  and  it.  alt. 


7,  6.  D. 
'Thee,   Thee  only." 


364 

1  Lord  Jesus,  by  Thy  passion, 

To  Thee  I  make  my  prayer  ; 
Thou  who  in  mercy  smitest, 

Have  mercy,  Lord,  and  spare  : 
O  wash  me  in  the  fountain 

That  floweth  from  Thy  side  : 
O  clothe  me  in  the  raiment 

Thy  blood  hath  purified. 

2  O  bring  me,  loving  Jesus, 

To  that  most  blessed  place, 
Where  angels  and  archangels 

Look  ever  on  Thy  face  ; 
Where  gladsome  Alleluias 

Unceasingly  resound  ; 
Where  Martyrs,  now  triumphant, 

Walk  robed  in  white,  and  crowned. 

3  O  make  my  spirit  worthy 

To  join  that  ransomed  throng  ; 


278  CHRIST'S   I,OVE. 

O  teach  my  lips  to  utter 

That  everlasting  song  ; 
O  give  that  last,  best  blessing 

That  even  saints  can  know, 
To  follow  in  Thy  footsteps 

Wherever  Thou  dost  go. 

The  Book  of  Hours,  1865.    Ab. 


7. 
'  Lovcst  Tkou  Me  ?" 


365 

i  Hark,  my  soul ;  it  is  the  Lord, 
'Tis  thy  Saviour,  hear  His  word  : 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee  ; 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  Me  ? 

2  "  I  delivered  thee,  when  bound, 

And,  when  wounded,  healed   thy  wound  ; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  ('  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  towards  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  vShe  may  forgetful  be, 

Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 

4  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

5  "  Thou  shalt  see  My  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 
Partner  of  My  throne  shalt  be  ; 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  Me?  " 

6  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  Thee,  and  adore  ; 

( )  for  grace  to  love  Thee  more  ! 

William  Cowpcr  (  1731  — :3oo),  1  76S. 


PRAYER.  279 

jQQ  "  Laving  Him,  who  first  loved  vie:' 

i  Saviour,  teach  me,  day  by  day, 
Love's  sweet  lesson  to  obey  : 
Sweeter  lesson  cannot  be, 
Loving  Him  who  first  loved  me. 

2  Teach  me  all  Thy  steps  to  trace, 
Strong  to  follow  in  Thy  grace  : 
Learning  how  to  love  from  Thee, 
Loving  Him  who  first  loved  me. 

3  Thus  may  I  rejoice  to  show 
That  I  feel  the  love  I  owe  : 
Singing,  till  Thy  face  I  see, 
Of  His  love  who  first  loved  me. 

Miss  Jane  Elizabeth  Leeson  (1813— 1843),  1842.     Ab. 
QQ  /  Prayer. 

i  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 
Uttered  or  unexpressed, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 
The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

Praver  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 

The  Majesty  on  high. 

Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 

Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 

And  cry,   "  Behold,  he  prays  !" 


o 


280  PRAYER. 

5  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death  ; 
He  enters  Heaven  with  prayer. 

6  O  Thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
The  path  of  prayer  Thyself  hast  trod  : 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  ISi9,  1853.     Ab. 

QCQ  C.  M. 

JUO  Evening  Twilight. 

i  I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 
From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love,  in  solitude,  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear ; 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore  ; 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  Him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love,  by  faith,  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  Heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

Mrs.  Phoebe  Hinsdale  Brown  (1783—1861),  1818.     Ab.  and  all 


SERVICE.  2Sl 

QCQ  C.  M. 

JUJ  The  wi  n  n  1  ng  Si  de. 

i  Workman  of  God,  O  lose  not  heart, 
But  learn  what  God  is  like  ; 
And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 
Thou  shall  know  where  to  strike. 

2  Thrice  blest  is  he  to  whom  is  given 

The  instinct  that  can  tell 
That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  He 
Is  most  invisible. 

3  Blest  too  is  he  wTho  can  divine, 

Where  real  light  doth  lie, 
And  dares  to  take  the  side  that  seems 
Wrong  to  man's  blindfold  eye. 

4  Then  learn  to  scorn  the  praise  of  men, 

And  learn  to  lose  with  God  ; 
For  Jesus  won  the  world  through  shame, 
And  beckons  thee  His  road. 

5  For  right  is  right,  since  God  is  God, 

And  right  the  day  must  win  ; 
To  doubt  would  be  disloyalty, 
To  falter  would  be  sin. 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  (1814—1863),  184;.     Ab. 
O  7  0  Wa  i  ting  for  Light. 

i  O  vkry  God  of  very  God, 
And  very  Light  of  Light, 
Whose  feet  this  earth's  dark  valley  trod, 
That  so  it  might  be  bright ; 

2  Our  hopes  are  weak,  our  fears  are  strong, 
Thick  darkness  blinds  our  eyes  ; 
Cold  is  the  night,  and  O  we  long 
That  Thou,  our  Sun,  wouldst  rise. 


282  SERVICE. 

3  O  guide  us  till  our  path  is  done, 

And  we  have  reached  the  shore 
Where  Thou,  our  everlasting  Sun, 
Art  shining  evermore. 

4  We  wait  in  faith,  and  turn  our  face 

To  where  the  daylight  springs, 
Till  Thou  shalt  come  our  gloom  to  chase, 
With  healing  on  Thv  wings. 

Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1846.     Ab. 

om  C.  M. 

w  I  IL         "The  Poor  always  with  you." — Matt.  xxvi.  u. 

i  Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went, 
By  lane  and  cell  obscure, 
And  let  our  treasures  still  be  spent, 
Like  His,  upon  the  poor. 

2  Like  Him,  through  scenes  of  deep  distress 

Who  bore  the  world's  sad  weight, 
We,  in  their  crowded  loneliness, 
Would  seek  the  desolate. 

3  For  Thou  hast  placed  us  side  by  side 

In  this  wide  world  of  ill  ; 
And  that  Thy  followers  may  be  tried, 
The  poor  are  with  us  still. 

\   Mean  are  all  offerings  we  can  make  ; 
But  Thou  hast  taught  us,  Lord, 
If  given  for  the  Saviour's  sake, 
They  lose  not  their  reward, 

Rev.  Willi. un  Croswell  (1804 — 1851),  1831. 

0  Jy  "Pray  without  ceasing ." — 1  Thbss.  v.  17 

1  PRAY,  without  ceasing,   pray, 

Your  Captain  gives  the  word  : 
Hi.,  summons  cheerfully  obey, 
And  call  upon  the  Lord 


PRAYER  AND  SERVICE-  283 

2  To  God  your  every  want 

In  instant  prayer  display  ; 
Pray  always  ;  pray,  and  never  faint  ; 
Pray,  without  ceasing,  pray. 

3  From  strength  to  strength  go  on  ; 

Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down, 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

4  Still  let  the  Spirit  cry, 

In  all  His  soldiers — "  Come," 
Till  Christ  the  Lord  descends  from  high, 
And  takes  the  conquerors  home. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708-  1788),  1749.     Ab. 

3mn  8.  8.  8.  4. 

/O  Christian  Giving. 

i  O  Lord  of  Heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea, 
To  Thee  all  praise  and  glory  be  ; 
How  shall  we  show  our  love  to  Thee, 
Who  givest  all  ? 

2  Thou  didst  not  spare  Thine  only  Son , 
But  gavest  Him  for  a  world  undone, 
And  freely  with  that  Blessed  One 

Thou  givest  all. 

3  Thou  givest  the  Spirit's  blessed  dower, 
Spirit  of  life,  and  love,  and  power, 
And  dost  His  sevenfold  graces  shower 

Upon  us  all. 

4  For  souls  redeemed,  for  sins  forgiven, 
For  means  of  grace,  and  hopes  of  Heaven, 
What  can  to  Thee,  O  Lord,  be  given, 

Who  givest  all  ? 

Bp.  Christopher  Wordsworth  (1807—1885),  1863.    Ab.  and  alt. 


284  SERVICK. 

OHA  s.  M. 

sj  /    JL  l'Thine  alone." 

i  We  give  Thee  but  Thine  own, 
Whate'er  the  gift  may  be  : 
All  that  we  have  is  Thine  alone, 
A  trust,  O  Lord,  from  Thee. 

2  O,  hearts  are  bruised  and  dead, 

And  homes  are  bare  and  cold, 
And  lambs,  for  whom  the  Shepherd  bled, 
Are  straying  from  the  fold. 

3  To  comfort  and  to  bless, 

To  find  a  balm  for  woe, 
To  tend  the  lone  and  fatherless, 
Is  angels'  work  below. 

4  The  captive  to  release, 

To  God  the  lost  to  bring, 
To  teach  the  way  of  life  and  peace, 
It  is  a  Christ-like  thing. 

5  And  we  believe  Thy  word, 

Though  dim  our  faith  may  be  ; 
Whate'er  for  Thine  we  do,  O  Lord, 
We  do  it  unto  Thee. 

Bp.  William  Walsham  How  (1S23—         ),  1854.     Ab. 

niyr  S.  M. 

Q  I  \J  Waiting  Orders  from  Heaven. 

i   HAPPy  the  man,  who  knows 
His  Master  to  obey  ; 
Whose  life  of  care  and  lnboi  flows, 
Where  God  points  out  the  way. 

2  He  riseth  to  his  task, 

vSoon  as  the  word  is  given  ; 
Nor  waits,  nor  dotli  a  question  ask. 
When  orders  come  from  Heaven. 


SERVICE.  285 

3  Nothing  he  calls  his  own  ; 

Nothing  he  hath  to  say  ; 
His  feet  are  shod  for  God  alone, 
And  God  alone  obey. 

4  Give  us,  O  God,  this  mind, 

Which  waits  for  Thy  command, 
And  doth  its  highest  pleasure  find 
In  Thy  great  work  to  stand. 

Rev.  Thomas  Cogswell  Upham  (1799 — ^72),  1&72. 
w  1  w     Bearing  One  Another's  Burdens. — Gal.  vi.  2. 

i  O  PRAISE  our  God  to-day, 
His  constant  mercy  bless, 
Whose  love  hath  helped  us  on  our  way, 
And  granted  us  success. 

2  His  arm  the  strength  imparts 

Our  daily  toil  to  bear  ; 
His  grace  alone  inspires  our  hearts, 
Each  other's  load  to  share. 

3  O  happiest  work  below, 

Earnest  of  joy.  above, 
To  sweeten  many  a  cup  of  woe, 
By  deeds  of  holy  love  ! 

4  Lord,  may  it  be  our  choice 

This  blessed  rule  to  keep, 
11  Rejoice  with  them  that  do  rejoice, 
And  weep  with  them  that  weep." 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker  (1821—1877),  1861.     Ab. 
Oil  Serving  Christ. — Phii    i 

i   My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  Thy  right 
To  every  service  I  can  pay. 
And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  Thy  di elates  and  obey. 


286  SERVICE. 

2  I  would  not  breathe  for  worldly  joy, 

Or  to  increase  ray  worldly  good  ; 
Nor  future  days  nor  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 

3  'Tis  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live, 

To  Him  who  for  ray  ransom  died  ; 
Nor  could  the  bowers  of  Eden  give 
Such  bliss  as  blossoms  at  His  side. 

4  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 

When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more  ; 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  dying  love,  His  saving  power. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  ((702 — i75i)>  1755-     Ab.  and  alt. 

QWQ  L.  M. 

O  i  Q  "Go,  labor  on.  ' 

i   Go,  labor  on  ;  spend  and  be  spent, 
Thy  joy  to  do  the  Father's  will  : 
It  is  the  way  the  Master  went  ; 
Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still  ? 

2  Go,  labor  on  ;   'tis  not  for  naught  ; 

Thine  earthly  loss  is  heavenly  gain  : 

Men  heed  thee,  love  thee,  praise  thee  not ; 

The  Master  praises, — what  are  men  ? 

3  Go,  labor  on;  enough,  while  here, 

If  He  shall  praise  thee,  if  He  deign 
Thy  willing  heart  to  mark  and  cheer  : 
No  toil  for  Hi  in  shall  be  in  vain. 

4  Toil  on,  and  in  thy  toil  rejoice  ; 

For  toil  comes  rest,  for  exile,  home  ; 
Soon  shalt  thou   hear  the  Bridegroom's 
voice, 
The  midnight  peal :    "Behold,  I  come!" 

Ret     Horatlus  Boiuur  (1808—1889),  1857.    A,) 


SERVICE.  287 

QP7Q  L.  M. 

w  J  w        Adorning  the  Doctrine. — 1  itus  ii.  10— 1 3 

i  So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess  ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  docrtrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God  ; 
When  His  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Passion  and  envy,  lust  and  pride  ; 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expedlthat  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord. 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  His  word. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watt?,  ( 1 674— 1748),  1709.     Si.  alt. 

onr\  p.  m 

JOV  Mliile  it  is  day. — John  ix.  4. 

i  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus  ; 
One  less  of  life  for  me  ! 

But  heaven  is  nearer, 

And  Christ  is  dearer, 
Than  yesterday  to  me  ; 

His  love  and  light 

Fill  all  my  soul  to-night. 

Chorus. 
One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus, 
One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus, 
( )ne  more  clay's  work  for  Jesus. 
One  less  of  life  for  me. 


288  SERVICE. 

2  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus  ; 

How  glorious  is  my  King  ! 

'Tis  joy,  not  duty, 

To  speak  Kis  beauty  ; 
My  soul  mounts  on  the  wing 

At  the  mere  thought 

How  Christ  my  life  has  bought. — Cho. 

3  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus  ; 

How  sweet  the  work  has  been, 

To  tell  the  story, 

To  show  the  glory, 
When  Christ's  flock  enter  in  ! 

How  it  did  shine 

In  this  poor  heart  of  mine  ! — Cho. 

4  One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus  ; 

O  yes,  a  weary  day  ; 

But  heaven  shines  clearer, 
And  rest  comes  nearer. 

At  each  step  of  the  way  ; 
And  Christ  in  ail- 
Before  His  face  I  fall. — Cho. 

5  O  blessed  work  for  Jesus ! 

O  rest  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

There  toil  seems  pleasure, 

My  wants  are  treasure, 
And  pain  for  Him  is  sweet. 

Lord,  if  I  may, 

I'll  serve  another  day. — Cho. 

Miss  Anna  Warner  (         —         ), 

381  '  yJ:n 

i  Work,  lor  the  night  is  coining, 

Work  through  the  morning  hours  ; 
WOrk  while  the  dew  is  sparkling, 
Work  'mid  springing  (lowers  • 


CHRISTIAN   ACTIVITY.  289 

Work  when  the  day  grows  brighter, 

Work  in  the  glowing  sun  : 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man's  work  is  done. 

2  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Work  through  the  sunny  noon  ; 
Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor, 

Rest  comes  sure  and  soon. 
Give  every  flying  minute 

Something  to  keep  in  store  : 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 

3  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunset  skies  ; 
While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing, 

Work,  for  daylight  flies. 
Work  till  the  last  beam  fadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more  ; 
Work  while  the  night  is  darkening, 

When  man's  work  is  o'er. 

Anna L.  Walker  (         —         ),  1S68. 

oon  •    8.  7.  d. 

jQu  ""    Your  Mission. 

i  Hark,  the  voice  of  Jesus  calling, 

Who  will  go  and  work  to-day  ? 
Fields  are  white,  and  harvests  waiting, 

Who  will  bear  the  sheaves  away  ? 
Loud  and  long  true  Master  calleth, 

Rich  rewards  He  offers  free  : 
Who  will  answer,  gladly  saying, 

11  Here  am  I,  send  me,  send  me  ?" 
2  If  you  can  not  cross  the  ocean, 

And  the  heathen  lands  explore, 
You  can  find  the  heathen  nearer, 

You  can  help  them  at  your  door. 


29O  REVIVAL. 

If  you  can  not  give  your  thousands, 
You  can  give  the  widow's  mite  ; 

And  the  least  you  give  for  Jesus 
Will  be  precious  in  His  sight. 

3  If  you  can  not  speak  like  angels, 

If  you  can  not  preach  like  Paul. 
You  can  tell  the  love  of  Jesus, 

You  can  say  He  died  for  all ; 
If  you  can  not  rouse  the  wicked 

With  the  judgment's  dread  alarms, 
You  can  lead  the  little  children 

To  the  Saviour's  waiting  arms. 

4  While  the  souls  of  men  are  dying, 

And  the  Master  calls  for  you, 
Let  none  hear  you  idly  saying. 

"  There  is  nothing  I  can  do." 
Take  the  task  He  gives  you  gladly, 

Let  His  work  your  pleasure  be ; 
Answer  quickly,  when  he  calleth, 

11  Here  am  I,  send  me,  send  me." 

Rev.  Daniel  March  (1816—        ),  1869. 

QQQ  P.M. 

jOw  Prayer  for  AV.-'/m/.-Hed.  iii.  2. 

i   REVIVE  Thy  work,  O  Lord  ! 
Thy  mighty  arm  make  bare  ; 
Speak   with    the   voice    that   wakes    the 
dead, 
And  make  Thy  people  hear. 

Chorus. 

Revive  :  revive  ! 

And  give  refreshing  showers  ; 


"christian  activity.  291 

The  glory  shall  be  all  Thine  own  ; 
The  blessing  shall  be  ours. 

2  Revive  Thy  work,  O  Lord  ! 

Disturb  this  sleep  of  death  ; 
Quicken  the  smould'ring  embers  now 
By  Thine  Almighty  breath.—  Cho. 

3  Revive  Thy  work,  O  Lord  ! 

Create  soul-thirst  for  Thee  ; 
But  hung'ring  for  the  bread  of  life, 
O  may  our  spirits  be  ! — Cho. 

4  Revive  Thy  work,  O  Lord  ! 

Exalt  Thy  precious  name  ; 
And,  by  the  Holy  Ghost,  our  love 
For  Thee  and  Thine  inflame. — Cho. 

Albert  Midlane  (1825—         ),  \Zto. 

OQA  ~-  61. 

JU  A  Acts  xxvii.  23. 

i  Jesus,  Master,  whose  I  am, 

Purchased,  Thine  alone  to  be, 

By  Thy  blood,  O  spotless  Lamb, 
Shed  so  willingly  forme, 

Let  my  heart  be  all  Thine  own, 

Let  me  live  to  Thee  alone. 

2  Other  lords  have  long  held  sway  ; 

Now,  Thy  name  alone  to  bear, 
Thy  dear  voice  alone  obey, 

Is  my  daily,  hourly  prayer  : 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  Thee  ? 
Nothing  else  my  joy  can  be. 

3  Jesus,  Master,  I  am  Thine : 

Keep  me  faithful,  keep  me  near  ; 


292  CHRISTIAN   ACTIVITY. 

Let  Thy  presence  in  me  shine 

All  my  homeward  wav  to  cheer. 
Jesus,  at  Thy  feet  I  fall," 
O  be  Thou  my  All  in  all  ! 

Miss  Frances  Ridley  Havergal  (1836 — 1879), 

QQr  7.61. 

wOw  Acts  xxvii.  23. 

i  Jesus,  Master,  whom  I  serve, 

Though  so  feebly  and  so  ill, 
Strengthen  hand  and  heart  and  nerve 

All  Thy  bidding  to  fulfil ; 
Open  Thou  mine  eyes  to  see 
All  the  work  Thou  hast  for  me. 

2  Lord,  Thou  needest  not,  I  know, 

vService  such  as  I  can  bring  ; 
Yet  I  long  to  prove  and  show 

Full  allegiance  to  my  King. 
Thou  an  honor  art  to  me  ; 
Let  me  be  a  praise  to  Thee. 

3  Jesus,  Master,  wilt  Thou  use 

One  who  owes  Thee  more  than  all  ? 
As  Thou  wilt  !  I  would  not  choose  ; 

Only  let  me  hear  Thy  call. 
Jesus,  let  me  always  be, 
In  Thy  service,  glad  and  free  ! 

M;ss  Frances  Ridley  Harergsd, 

QQ£  11.  12 

^UU  Rejoicing  in  Revival. — 1'sai-m  ixxxv.  6. 

i   Wk  praise-  Thee,   O  God,   for  the  Son  of 
Thy  love, 
For  Jesus  who  died,    and   is  now   gone 
above. 


SOWING    AND    REAPING.  2Q3 

Chorus. 
Hallelujah  !  Thine  the  glory. 

Hallelujah  !  Amen. 
Hallelujah  !  Thine  the  glory, 

Revive  us  again. 

2  We  praise  Thee,  O  God,  for  Thy  Spirit  of 

Light, 
Who    has   shown    us    our   Saviour,    and 
scattered  our  night. 

3  All  glory  and  praise  to  the  Lamb  that  was 

slain, 
Who   has   borne    all    our   sins,    and    has 
cleansed  every  stain. 

4  All  glory  and   praise  to  the   God  of  all 

grace, 
Who  has  bought  us,  and  sought  us,   and 
guided  our  ways. 

5  Revive  us  again  ;  fill  each  heart  with  Thy 

love  ; 
May  each  soul  be  rekindled  with  fire  from 
above. 

Rev.  W,  P.  Mackay  (         —         ),  1863. 

OO7  P-   M. 

wO  I  Bringing   in  the  sheaves. — Matt.  xiii.  39. 

i  Sowing   in  the  morning,  sowing  seeds  of 
kindness, 
Sowing  in    the    noontide  and  the  dewy 
eve  ; 
Waiting  for  the  harvest,  and  the  time  of 
reaping, 
We  shall  come,  rejoicing,    bringing   in 
sheaves. 


294  SOWING   AND   REAPING. 

Chorus. 
|| :  Bringing  in  the  sheaves, 
Bringing  in  the  sheaves, 
We  shall  come  rejoicing, 
Bringing  in  the  sheaves,  :|| 

2  Going  forth  with  weeping,  sowing  for  the 
Master, 
Tho'    the  loss  sustained  our  spirit  often 
grieves  ; 
When  our  weeping's  over,  He  will  bid  us 
welcome, 
We   shall  come   rejoicing,  bringing    in 
the  sheaves. — Cho. 

Knowles  Shaw  (         —  ,  Ab. 

QQQ  P.M. 

OOO  i  Cor.  x.  13. 

i  Yield  not  to  temptation, 

For  yielding  is  sin, 
Each  vict'ry  will  help  you 

Some  other  to  win  ; 
Fight  manfully  onward, 

Dark  passions  subdue, 
Look  ever  to  Jesus, 

He'll  carry  you  through. 

Chorus. 
Ask  the  Saviour  to  help  you, 
Comfort,  strengthen,  and  keep  you, 
He  is  willing  to  aid  you, 
I  [e  will  carry  you  through. 

2  Shun  evil  companions, 
Bad  language  disdain, 
God's  name  hold  in  reverence, 
Xor  take  it  in  vain  ; 


389 


TEMPTATION.  295 

Be  thoughtful  and  earnest. 

Kind-hearted  and  true, 
Look  ever  to  Jesus, 

He'll  earn-  you  through. — Cho. 

To  him  that  o'ercometh 

God  giveth  a  crown, 
Through  faith  we  shall  conquer, 

Though  often  cast  down  ; 
He  who  is  our  Saviour, 

Our  strength  will  renew, 
Look  ever  to  Jesus, 

He'll  carrv  vou  through. — Cho. 

H.  R.  Palmer, 
C.   M. 
"Jam  lucis  orto  sidere." 

i   Now  that  the  sun  is  gleaming  bright, 
Implore  we,  bending  low, 
That  He,  the  uncreated  Light, 
May  guide  us  as  we  go. 

2  Xo  sinful  word,  nor  deed  of  wrong, 

Xor  thoughts  that  idly  rove  ; 
But  simple  truth  be  on  our  tongue, 
And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 

3  And  grant  that  to  Thine  honor,  Lord, 

Our  daily  toil  may  tend  ; 
That  we  begin  it  at  Thy  word. 
And  in  Thy  favor  end. 

Paris  Breviary,  1736. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Henry  Newman  (1801 — 1890),  1842.    Ab.  and  alt. 

OQfi  L.M. 

vJw' V  Fur  Morning  or  Evening '.—Lam .  iii.  23.     Is.  xlv.  7 

i   My  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love  : 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new  ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 


296  DAIIyY    PRAYER. 

2  Thou  spread' st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  'all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  Thy  command  ; 

To  Thee  I  consecrate  my  days  ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  Thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709. 

QQ1  L    M. 

QUX  Morning  Hym  n . 

i   Lord  God  of  morning  and  of  night, 
We  thank  Thee  for  Thy  gift  of  light  : 
As  in  the  dawn  the  shadows  fly, 
We  seem  to  find  Thee  now  more  nigh. 

2  Fresh  hopes  have  wakened  in  the  heart, 
Fresh  force  to  do  our  daily  part ; 

Thy  thousand  sleeps  our  strength  restore, 
A  thousand-fold  to  serve  Thee  more. 

3  Yet  whilst  Thy  will  we  would  pursue, 
Oft  what  we  would  we  cannot  do  ; 
The  sun  may  stand  in  zenith  skies, 
But  on  the  soul  thick  midnight  lies. 

4  O  Lord  of  lights,  'tis  Thou  alone 

Canst   make  our  darkened  hearts  Thine 

own  ; 
Though  this  new  day  with  joy  we  see, 
O  Dawn  of  God,  we  cry  for  Thee. 

5  Praise  God,  our  Maker  and  our  Friend  ; 
Praise  Him  through  time,  till  time  shall 

end  ; 
Till  psalm  and  song  His  name  adore 
Through  Heaven's  great  day  of  Evermore. 

Francis  Turner  Palgrave  (1S24 —         ),  1867. 


392 


EVENING   PRAYER.  -?97 

P.  M. 
Evening  Prayer. 

God,  that  niadest  earth  and  Heaven, 

Darkness  and  light ; 
Who  the  day  for  toil  hast  given, 

For  rest  the  night : 
May  Thine  angel-guards  defend  us, 
Slumber  sweet  Thy  mercy  send  us, 
Holy  dreams  and  hopes  attend  us, 

This  live-long  night. 

And  when  morn  again  shall  callus 

To  run  life's  way, 
May  we  still,  whate'er  befall  us, 

Thy  will  obey  : 
From  the  power  of  evil  hide  us. 
In  the  narrow  pathway  guide  us, 
Nor  Thy  smile  be  e'er  denied  us, 

The  live-long  da}T. 

Guard  us  waking,  guard  us  sleeping, 

And  when  we  die, 
May  we  in  Thy  mighty  keeping 

All  peaceful  lie  : 
When  the  last  dread  call  shall  wake  us, 
Do  not  Thou,  our  God,  forsake  us, 
But  to  reign  in  glery  take  us, 

With  Thee  on  high. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783— 1826),  1827.     V.  1. 

Rev.  William  Mercer  (1811  — 1S63),  1864.     V.  2. 

Abp.  Richard  Whately  (1787— t?60.  i860.     V.  1. 


393 


7. 
"Tel  <cis  ante  ierminum.1 


Ere  the  waning  light  decay, 
God  of  all,  to  Thee  we  pray, 
Thee  Thy  healthful  grace  to  send, 
Thee  to  guard  us  and  defend. 


298  EVENING  PRAYER. 

2  Guard  from  dreams  that  may  affright  ; 
Guard  from  terrors  of  the  night ; 
Guard  from  foes,  without,  within  ; 
Outward  danger,  inward  sin. 

3  Hear  the  prayer,  almighty  King  ; 
Hear  Thy  praises  while  we  sing, 
Hymning  with  Thy  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Ambrose  of  Milan  (340 — 397), 
Tr.  by  Bo.  Richard  Mar.t  (1776—1848),  1837.     Ab. 

OQA  11.  11.11.5. 

O^/  it  A  Morning  Hymn. 

i   Behold,  the  shade  of  night  is  now  reced- 
ing, § 
Kindling  with   splendors  fair  the  dawn  is 

glowing, 
With  fervent   hearts,  O  let  us  all  implore 
Him, 
Ruler  Almighty  : 

2  That  He,   our    God,    will  look  on    us    in 

pity, 

Send  strength  for  weakness,  grant  us  His 

salvation, 
And  with  a  Father's  pure  affection  give  us 
Glory  eternal. 

3  This   grace   O   grant  us,  Godhead    ever- 

blessed, 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  in  union, 
Whose    praises    be  through    earth's  most 

distant  regions 
Ever  resounding. 

Gregory  (540— 6  >4)- 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Ray  Palmer  (1808—1887),  1871. 


EVENING   PRAYER  299 

OQP  11.11.11.5. 

JJyJ  An  Evening  Hymn. 

i   'Mid  evening  shadows  let  us  all  be  watch- 
in  o* 
Ever  in  psalms  our  deep  devotion  waking, 
And   with   one  voice  hymns  to  the  Lord, 
the  Saviour, 
Sweetly  be  singing. 

2  That  to  the  Holy  King  our  songs  ascend- 

inc 
We   worthily,  with  all    His   saints,   may 

enter 
The  heavenly  temple,  joyfully  partaking 
Life  everlasting. 

3  This   grace   O   grant    us,   Godhead  ever- 

blessed, 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost  in  union, 
Whose   praises   be    through  earth's  most 

distant  regions 
Ever  resounding. 

Gregory. 
Tr.  by  Rev.    Ray  Palmer,  1871. 

QQC  L  M- 

Www  " Let  little  Children  come  to  Me." 

1  A  utteE  child  the  Saviour  came, 
The  mighty  God  was  still  His  Name, 
And  angels  worshipped,  as  He  lay, 
The  seeming  infant  of  a  day. 

2  He  who,  a  little  child,  began 
The  life  divine  to  show  to  man, 
Proclaims  from  heaven  the  message  free, 
4<  Let  little  children  come  to  Me." 

3  O  give  Thine  angels  charge,  good  Lord, 
Them  safely  in  Thy  way  to  guard  ; 


300  FOR   CIIIIyDRKX. 

Thy  blessings  on  their  lives  command, 
And  write  their  names  upon  Thy  hand. 

Rev.  William  Robertson   (        — 1734),  1 751 .     Ab. 

OQ7  L.  M. 

\J\J  /  Prayer  for  the  Children  of  the  Church. 

i  Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should  stray 
From  Thy  secure  enclosure's  bound, 
And,  lured  by  worldly  joys  away, 
Among  the  thoughtless  crowd  be  found  ; 

2  Remember  still  that  they  are  Thine, 

That  Thy  dear  sacred  name  they  bear  ; 
Think  that  the  seal  of  love  divine, 

The  sign  of  covenant  grace,  they  wear. 

3  In  all  their  erring,  sinful  years, 

O  let  them  ne'er  forgotten  be  ; 
Remember  all  the  prayers  and  tears 
Which  made  them  consecrate  to  Thee. 

4  And  when  these  lips  no  more  can  pray, 

These  eyes  can  weep  for  them  no  more, 
Turn  Thou  their  feet  from  folly's  way, 
The  wanderers  to  Thy  fold  restore. 

Mrs.  Ann  Bradley  Hyde  (        —1872),  1824. 
yjhj O  Committed  to  the  Shepherd's  Care. 

i  Saviour,  who  Thy  flock  art  feeding, 
With  the  Shepherd's  kindest  care, 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading, 

While  the  lambs  Thy  bosom  share 

2  Now,  these  little  ones  receiving, 
Fold  them  in  Thy  gracious  arm  ; 
There,  we  know,  Thy  word  believing, 
Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 


THE   SHEPHERD.  JOI 

3  Never,  from  Thy  pasture  roving, 

Let  them  be  the  lion's  prey  ; 
Let  Thy  tenderness,  so  loving, 

Keep  them  all  life's  dangerous  way 

4  Then,  within  Thy  fold  eternal, 

Let  them  find  a  resting-place  ; 
Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 
Drink  the  rivers  of  Thy  grace. 

Rev.   William  Augustus  Muhlenberg  (1796  — 1S77 


399 


6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.4. 

Ltoucov  TTGJ/AJV  d6(lG)V. 


1  Shepherd  of  tender  youth, 
Guiding  in  love  and  truth 

Through  devious  ways  ; 
Christ,  our  triumphant  King, 
We  come  Thy  name  to  sing  ; 
Hither  our  children  bring, 

To  shout  Thy  praise. 

2  Thou  art  our  Holy  Lord, 
The  all-subduing  Word, 

Healer  of  strife  ; 
Thou  didst  Thyself  abase, 
That  from  sin's  deep  disgrace, 
Thou  mightest  save  our  race, 

And  give  us  life. 

3  Thou  art  the  great  High  Priest, 
Thou  hast  prepared  the  feast 

Of  heavenly  love  ; 
While  in  our  mortal  pain 
None  calls  on  Thee  in  vain 
Help  Thou  dost  not  disdain 

Help  from  above. 


302  THE  SHEPHERD. 

4  Ever  be  Thou  our  Guide, 
Our  Shepherd  and  our  Pride, 

Our  Staff  and  Song  : 
Jesus,  Thou  Christ  of  God, 
By  Thy  perennial  Word 
Ivead  us  where  Thou  hast  trod, 

Make  our  faith  strong. 

5  So  now,  and  till  we  die, 
Sound  we  Thy  praises  high, 

And  joyful  sing  : 
Infants^  and  the  glad  throng 
Who  to  Thy  Church  belong, 
Unite  to  swell  the  song 

To  Christ  our  King. 

From  Clement  of  Alexandria  (         — 217), 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Henry  Martyn  Dexter  (1821 — 1890),  1846,  1849. 

AC\C\  CM 

XWV         Christ  a  Pattern  for  Children.— Luke  ii.  40. 

i  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 
How  sweet  the  lily  grows  ! 
How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo,  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod  ; 
Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 


BAPTISM    AND   CONFESSION.  303 

5  O  Thou,  whose  infant  feet  were  found 

Within  Thy  Father's  shrine, 
Whose   years,     with     changeless    virtue 
crowned, 
Were  all  alike  divine. 

6  Dependent  on  Thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  Thy  grace  alone, 
In  childhood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  Thine  own. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783— 1S26),  1812. 

ZLOI  c- M- 

±WA  ChrisV  s  Regard  for  Children. — Mark  x.  13 — 16. 

i  See,  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands, 
With  all-engaging  charms ; 
Hark,  how  He  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  His  arms  ! 

2  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  He  cries, 

11  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these, 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  in  thankful  hands, 

And  yield  them  up  to  Thee  ; 
Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  Thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751),  1755.     Ab. 
iUy  Confession  and  Covenant, 

i  Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now, 
Before  the  Lord  we  speak  ; 
To  Him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break  : — 
2  That  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 
Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield  ; 
Nor  from  His  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 


304  BAPTISM    AND   CONFKSSION. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  His  grace  rely, 
That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  O  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  Thy  ways  ; 
And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  Thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Beddome  (1717 — 1795),  '7  7- 

AfSQ  6.  6.  6.  6.  8.  6. 

iUO  2  Cor.  viii.  5. 

i  Thy  life  was  given  for  me  ! 

Thy  blood,  O  Lord,  was  shed, 
That  I  might  ransomed  be 

And  quickened  from  the  dead  : 
1 1 :  Thy  life,  Thy  life  was  given  for  me  ; 
What  have  I  given  for  Thee.:|| 

2  Thy  Father's  home  of  light, 

Thy  rainbow-circled  throne, 
Were  left  for  earthly  night, 

For  wanderings  sad  and  lone  ; 
|| :  Yea   all, yea   all  was  left  for  me  : 

Have  I  left  aught  for  Thee  ?:|| 

3  And  Thou  hast  brought  to  me, 

Down  from  Thy  home  above, 
Salvation  full  and  free, 

Thy  pardon  and  Thy  love  ; 
|| :  Great  gifts,  great  gifts  Thou  broughtest 
me  : 

What  have  I  brought  to  Thee  ?:|| 

4  O  let  my  life  be  given, 

My  years  for  Thee  be  spent  ; 

World  letters  all  be  riven, 


404 


CONSECRATION.  305 

And  joy  with  suffering  blent : 
1 1 :  Thou  gavest,  Thou  gavest  Thyself  to  me, 

1  gave  myself  to  Thee  !  :|| 

Miss  b ranees  Ridley  Havergal  (1836 — 1879),         .     Ab.  and  alt. 

S.   M. 
Joyful  surrender . 

i  Lord,  in  the  strength  of  grace, 
With  a  glad  heart  and  free, 
Myself,  my  residue  of  days, 
I  consecrate  to  Thee. 

2  Thy  ransomed  servant,  I 

Restore  to  Thee  Thine  own, 
And  from  this  moment  live  or  die 
To  serve  my  God  alone. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1745. 

ahc  L- M- 

(tvO^^^^  in  Covenant-Engagements. — 2  Chron.  xv.51. 

i  O,  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  Thee,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

Chorus. 
Happy  day,  happy  day, 
When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away  ! 
He  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray  ; 
And  live  rejoicing  every  day. 
Happy  day,  happy  day, 
When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away  ! 

2  O  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows, 

To  Him  who  merits  all  my  love  : 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  His  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 

3  'Tis  done,  the  great  transaction's  done  ; 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  He  is  mine  ; 


306  CONFESSION. 

He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

Charmed  to  confess  the  Voice  divine. 

4  Now,  rest,  my  long  divided  heart, 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest  ; 
With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part, 
When  called  on  angels'  bread  to  feast  ? 

5  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear, 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 

And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702—1751),  1755. 
^£UU  Consecration  Hymn. 

i  Take  my  life,  and  let  it  be 
Consecrated,  Lord,  to  Thee  : 
Take  my  moments  and  my  days,   ' 
Let  them  flow  in  ceaseless  praise. 

2  Take  my  hands  and  let  them  move 
At  the  impulse  of  Thy  love  ; 
Take  my  feet  and  let  them  be 
Swift  and  beautiful  for  Thee. 

3  Take  my  silver  and  my  gold  ; 
Not  a  mite  would  I  withhold  : 
Take  my  intellect,  and  use 
Every  power  as  Thou  dost  choose. 

4  Take  my  will,  and  make  it  Thine  , 
It  shall  be  no  longer  mine  : 

Take  my  heart :   it  is  Thine  own  ; 
It  shall  be  Thy  royal  throne. 

5  Take  my  love  :   my  Lord,  I  pour 
At  Thy  feet  its  treasure-store  : 
Take  myself,  and  I  will  be 
Ever,  only,  all  for  Thee  ! 

Miss  Frances  Ridley  Havergal (1836— 1879),  '873-     Ah. 


CONSECRATION.  307 

Ar\n  6.4.6.4.10.10. 

i  U  I  Devotion  to  Christ. 

i   I  lift  my  heart  to  Thee, 
Saviour  Divine  ! 
For  Thou  art  all  to  me, 
And  I  am  Thine, 
Is  there  on  earth  a  closer  bond  than  this, 
That  "my  Beloved's  mine,  and  I  am  His?" 

2  Thine  am  I  by  all  ties  ; 

But  chiefly  Thine, 
That  through  Thy  sacrifice 
Thou,  Lord,  art  mine. 
By  Thine  own  chords  of  love,  so  sweetly 

wound 
Around  me,  I  to  Thee  am  closely  bound. 

3  To  Thee,  Thou  bleeding  Lamb, 

I  all  things  owe  ; 
All  that  I  have  and  am, 

And  all  I  know. 
All  that  I  have  is  now  no  longer  mine, 
And    I  am   not  mine  own  ;  Lord,   I  am 

Thine. 

4  How  can  I,  Lord,  withhold 

Life's  brightest  hour 
From  Thee  ;  or  gathered  gold, 

Or  any  power  ? 
Why  should  I   keep  one  precious  thing 

from  Thee, 
When  Thou   hast  given  Thine  own  dear 

Self  for  me  ? 

5.  I  pray  Thee,  Saviour,  keep 
Me  in  Thy  love, 


308  CONFESSION. 

Until  death's  holy  sleep 
Shall  me  remove 

To  that   far  realm   where,  sin  and  sorrow 
o'er, 

Thou   and  Thine   own   are  one  for  ever- 
more. 

Charles  Edward  Mudie  (1818—        ), 
iUw  Choosing  the  Portion  of  God' s  Heritage. — Ruth  i.  16—17. 

i  Pkoplk  of  the  living  God, 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod, 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 
Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns, 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblessed  ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 

O  receive  me  into  rest. 

2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Ivike  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave  ; 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave  ; 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine  ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  heart  no  more, 

Every  idol  I  resign. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1819,  1853.      Ab. 

TtvU  "  Thine  forever  I" 

1  THINE  forever  ! — God  of  love, 
Hear  us  from  Thy  throne  above  ; 
Thine  forever  may  we  be, 

Here  and  in  eternity. 

2  Thine  forever! — Lord  of  life, 
Shield  us  through  our  earthly  strife  ; 


CONFESSION.  309 

Thou,  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way, 
Guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day. 

3  Thine  forever  ! — Saviour,  keep 
These  Thy  frail  and  trembling  sheep  ; 
Safe  alone  beneath  Thy  care, 

Let  us  all  Thy  goodness  share. 

4  Thine  forever  ! — Thou  our  Guide, 
All  our  wants  by  Thee  supplied, 
All  our  sins  by  Thee  forgiven, 
Lead  us  Lord,  from  earth  to  Heaven. 

Mrs.  Mary  Fawler  Maude.  (1619         \  1848.     Ac. 


L.  M. 
"Entirely  Thine. .' 


410 

1  Lord,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine  ; 
With  full  consent  Thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  Thy  sovereign  right  in  me. 

2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  Thy  grace  ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransomed  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

3  Thine  would  I  live,  Thine  would  I  die, 
Be  Thine  through  all  eternity  ; 

The  vow  is  passed  beyond  repeal  ; 
And  now  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

4  Here  at  that  cross  where  flows  the  blood 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  for  God, 
Thee,  my  new  Master  now  I  call, 

And  consecrate  to  Thee  my  all. 

Rev.  Samuel  Davies  (1724 — 1761),  1769.     Ab. 


3IO  CONFESSION. 

/Ml  s- M- 

dTll  Adoption.— i  John  in.  i.     Gal.    v.  6. 

i  Behold  what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  hath  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God. 

2  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made, 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

3  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and  sin, 
As  Christ  the  Lord  is  pure. 

4  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  Thy  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674— 1-48),  1709-     Ab» 

^12  " iiid  u  s  x° in  Pca  ce- ' ' 

1  Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind, 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find  ; 
Think  on  us  who  think  on  Thee ; 

Every  struggling  soul  release  ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

2  By  Thine  agonizing  pain 

And  bloody  sweat,  we  pray, 

By  Thy  dying  love  to  man, 
'fake  all  our  sins  away  ; 


413 


THE   IAMB  OF  GOD.  3 1 1 

Burst  our  bonds  and  set  us  free, 

From  iniquity  release  ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

Let  Thy  blood,  by  faith  applied, 

The  sinner's  pardon  seal ; 
Speak  us  freely  justified, 

And  all  our  sickness  heal ; 
By  Thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease  ; 
O  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 178S),  1745.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 

8.  61. 
"  Till  He  come." — 1  Cor.  xi.  26. 

i  Tux  He  come,  O  let  the  words 
Linger  on  the  trembling  chords  ; 
Let  the  little  while  between 
In  their  golden  light  be  seen  ; 
Let  us  think  how  Heaven  and  home 
Lie  beyond  that,  till  He  come. 

2  When  the  weary  ones  we  love 
Enter  on  their  rest  above, 
Seems  the  earth  so  poor  and  vast, 
All  our  life-joy  overcast? 
Hush,  be  every  murmur  dumb  ; 
It  is  only,  till  He  come. 

3  See,  the  feast  of  love  is  spread, 
Drink  the  wine,  and  break  the  bread  : 
Sweet  memorials, — till  the  Lord 
Call  us  round  His  heavenly  board  ; 
Some  from  earth,  from  glory  some, 
Severed  only,  till  He  come. 

Bp.  Edward  Henry  Bickerstcth  (1S25—         ),  1861.     Ab. 


312  THE   LORD'S  SUPPER. 

A\A  7.61. 

llT  "Bread  of  Heaven." 

i  Bread  of  Heaven,  on  Thee  I  feed, 
For  Thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  ; 
Ever  may  my  soul  be  fed 
With  this  true  and  living  bread  ; 
Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied, 
Through  the  life  of  Him  who  died. 

2  Vine  of  Heaven,  Thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  ; 
'Tis  Thy  wounds  my  healing  give  ; 
To  Thy  cross  I  look  and  live. 
Thou  my  Life,  O  let  me  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  Thee. 

Josiah  Conder  (1789 — 1855),  1824,. 
TTlO  "  Behold  the  Lamb." 

i       Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
O  Thou  for  sinners  slain, 
Let  it  not  be  in  vain 

That  thou  hast  died  : 
Thee  for  my  Saviour  let  me  take, 
Thee,  Thee  alone  my  refuge  make, 

Thy  pierced  side. 

2  Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
All  hail,  eternal  Word  ! 
Thou  everlasting  Lord, 

Purge  out  our  leaven  : 
Clothe  us  with  godliness  and  good, 
Feed  us  with  Thy  celestial  food, 

Manna  from  Heaven. 

3  Behold  the  Lamb  ! 
Worthy  is  He  alone, 


416 


BEFORE  THE   CROSS.  313 

Upon  tlie  rainbow  throne 

Of  God  above  : 
One  with  the  Ancient  of  all  clays, 
One  with  the  Paraclete  in  praise, 

All  Light,  all  Love. 

Matthew  Bridges  (1800 —         ),  184S.     Ab.  and  alt. 

8.  7.  D. 
Before  the  Cross. 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ; 
Life  and  health  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 
Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy's  streams  in  streams  of  blood  : 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 

Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  His  cross  to  lie, 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Floating  in  His  languid  eye. 
Here  it  is  I  find  my  Heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze  ; 
Love  I  much?  I've  much  forgiven  ; 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  His  feet  I'll  bathe, 
Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  His  death. 
May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  need  to  Jesus  go  ; 
Prove  His  blood  each  day  more  healing. 

And  Himself  most  deeply  know. 

Rev.  James  Allen  (1734 — 1804),  1757.     Alt 
Hon.  and  Rev.  Walter  Shirley  (1725— 1786),  1774. 


314  BEFORE   THE   CROSS. 

4.17  8.7. 

Tl  l  "Closet-  than  a  Brother-'" 

i  One  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend  ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end: 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  Him  to  God. 

3  When  He  lived  on  earth  abased; 

Friend  of  sinners  was  His  Name  ; 
Now  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4  O  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ; 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 
We,  alas,  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 

Rev.  John  Newton  (1725 — 1807),  1779.    Ab 

A1Q  87 

li,0  Givi ng  the  Ilea rt. 

i  Take  my  heart,  O  Father,  take  it ; 
Make  and  keep  it  all  Thine  own  ; 
Let  Thy  Spirit  melt  and  break  it, 
This  proud  heart  of  sin  and  stone. 

2  Father,  make  it  pure  and  lowly, 

Fond  of  peace,  and  far  from  strife  ; 
Turning  from  the  paths  unholy 
Of  this  vain  and  sinful  life. 

3  Ever  let  Thy  grace  surround  it  ; 

Strengthen  it  with  power  divine, 

Till  Thy  cords  of  love  have  bound  it  : 
Make  it  to  be  wholly  Thine. 


BEFORE   THE   CROSS.  315 

4  May  the  blood  of  Jesus  heal  it, 
And  its  sins  be  all  forgiven  ; 
Holy  Spirit,  take  and  seal  it, 
Guide  it  in  the  path  to  Heaven. 

Bartol's  Hymns  for  the  Sanctuary,  1S49. 
±1>J  "Adregias  Agni dapes." 

1  At  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing 
Praise  to  our  victorious  King, 
Who  hath  washed  us  in  the  tide 
Flowing  from  His  pierced  side. 

2  Where  the  paschal  blood  is  poured, 
Death's  dark  angel  sheathes  his  sword  ; 
Israel's  hosts  triumphant  go 
Through  the  wave  that  drowns  the  foe. 

3  Mighty  Victim  from  the  sky, 

Hell's  fierce  powers  beneath  Thee  lie  ; 
Thou  hast  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Thou  has  brought  us  life  and  light. 

4  Hymns  of  glory  and  of  praise, 
Risen  Lord,  to  Thee  we  raise  ; 
Holy  Father,  praise  to  Thee, 
With  the  Spirit,  ever  be  ! 

•  Roman  Rreviary. 

Tr.  by  Robert  Campbell  (1799?— 18(»8),  l85°-     Ab- 

A0C\  L  M 

X4w  "Jrsu,  D  n  Ice  do  Cordutvi." 

i  Jesus,  Thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts, 

Thou  Fount  of  life,  Thou  Light  of  nun, 
From  the  best  bliss  that  earth  imparts, 
We  turn  unfilled  to  Thee  again. 

2  Thy  truth  unchanged  hath  ever  stood  ; 
Thou  savest  those  that  on  Thee  call  ; 


421 


316  THE   IyORD'S  SUPPER. 

To  them  that  seek  Thee,  Thou  art  good, 
To  them  that  find  Thee,  All  in  all. 

3  We  taste  Thee,  O  Thou  living  Bread, 

And  long  to  feast  upon  Thee  still  ; 
We  drink  of  Thee,  the  Fountain  Head, 
And  thirst,  our  souls  from  Thee  to  fill. 

4  O  Jesus,  ever  with  us  stay  ; 

Make    all    our    movements   calm    and 
bright ; 
Chase  the  dark  night  of  sin  away  ; 
Shed  o'er  the  world  Thy  holy  light. 

Bernard  of  Clairvaux  (rogi — 1153),  1140. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  Ray  Palmer  (1808—1887),  1858.     Ab. 

L.  M. 
The  last  Supper. 

i   How  sweet  the  scene,  how  blest  the  hour 
With  Jesus  at  this  feast  divine  ; 
His  prayers  are  here,  His  words  of  power, 
Deep    meanings   thro'    these    symbols 
shine. 

2  He  gave  the  bread — the  grain  was  crushed 

To  make  the  food  that  life  sustains  : 
Through  His  dear  form  the  death -throes 
rushed  ; 
He  saved  our  souls  by  mortal  pains. 

3  He  gave  the  cup — the  grapes  were  prest 

To  bring  the  purpling  boon  supplied  ; 
Our  souls  nor  earth  nor  heaven  give  rest 
Till  bathed  in  Calvary's  crimson  tide. 

4  To  us  what  matchless  mercy  flows, 

Redemption's  everlasting  prize — 

Through  agonies  none  ever  knows, 

Save  him  who  made  the  sacrifice. 


THE   LORD'S  SUPPER.  317 

5  Remember  me  :  O  Saviour  dear, 

Can  we  Thy  work  or  words  forget  ? 
The  cross  or  thorns  or  nails  or  spear, 
Thy  boundless  love,  our  boundless  debt. 

6  These  sacred  thoughts  and  memories  deep 

Forbid  that  aught  our  love  should  dim  ; 
With  grateful  hearts  the  feast  we'll  keep, 
And  sing  the  tender  parting  hymn. 

Rev.  Sylvanus  Dryden  Phelps  (1816—        ),  1888. 
+  hihi  Glorying  in  the  Cross. 

i  At  Thy  command,  our  dearest,  Lord, 
Here  we  attend  Thy  dying  feast  ; 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  Thy  board, 
|| : And  Thine    own    flesh    feeds    every 

guest.:  || 

2  Our  faith  adores  Thy  bleeding  love, 

And  trusts  for  life  in  One  that  died  ; 
We  hope  for  heavenly  crowns  above 
|| :  From  a  Redeemer  crucified.  :|| 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame, 

And  fling  their  scandals  on  Thy  cause; 
We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 
1 1 :  And  make  our  triumphs  in  His  cross. :  |  j 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 

He  that  was  dead  has  left  His  tomb  ; 
He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 

|| :  And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come.  :|| 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709. 
423  "Bread  of  the  World*' 

i  Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken, 
Wine  of  the  soul,  in  mercy  shed, 


3l8  THE   LORD'S  SUPPER. 

By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our  sins  are  dead  : 

2  Iyook  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken  ; 
Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed  ; 
And  be  Thy  feast  to  us  the  token 
That  by  Thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783— 1826),  18:7. 

AOA  C.  M. 

i  «4  i  Grateful  and  tender  Remembrance. 

1  If  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie  ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn, 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  ; 

2  O  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  Him,  who  died,  our  fears  to  quell, 
Our  more  than  orphan's  woe? 

3  While  yet  His  anguished  soul  surveyed 

Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee, 
What  love  His  latest  words  displayed 
,   "  Meet,  and  remember  Me." 

4  Remember  Thee,  Thy  death,  Thy  shame, 

Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! 
O  memory,  leave  no  other  name 
But  His  recorded  there. 

Hon.  and  Rev.  Gerard  Thomas  Noel  (17S2— 1851),  1S13. 
425  At  the   Table. 

i  How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores. 


THE   FEAST  OF  I.OVE.  319 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cry,  with  thankful  tongues, 
11  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  ?" 

3  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  Thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room, 
'When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come?" 

4  'Twas  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast, 

That  sweetly  forced  us  in ; 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perished  in  our  sin. 

5  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ; 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 
Send  Thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709.     Ab, 

4.9C  CM 

A  hd  W  Rem  em  bran  ce  pledged. 

i  According  to  Thy  gracious  word, 
In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 
I  will  remember  Thee. 

2  Thy  body,  broken  for  my  sake, 

My  Bread  from  Heaven  shall  be  ; 
Thy  testamental  cup  I  take, 
And  thus  remember  Thee. 

3  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice, 
I  must  remember  Thee  : 


320  THE   LORD'S  SUPPER. 

4  And  when  these  failing  lips  grow  dumb, 
And  mind  and  memory  flee, 
When  Thou  shalt  in  Thy  kingdom  come, 
Jesus,  remember  me. 

James  Montgomery  (1771  — 1854),  1825.     Ab, 
427  At  the  Tabic. 

i  Sweet  feast  of  love  divine  ! 
'Tis  grace  that  makes  us  free 
To  feed  upon  this  bread  and  wine, 
In  memory  L,ord,  of  Thee. 

2  Here  every  welcome  guest 

Waits,  Lord,  from  Thee  to  learn 
The  secrets  of  Thy  Father's  breast, 
And  all  Thy  grace  discern. 

3  Here  conscience  ends  its  strife, 

And  faith  delights  to  prove 
The  sweetness  of  the  bread  of  life, 
The  fulness  of  Thy  love. 

4  That  blood  that  flowed  for  sin 

In  symbol  here  we  see, 
And  feel  the  blessed  pledge  within, 
That  we  are  loved  of  Thee. 

Sir  Edward  Denny  (1796 — 1&89),  1839.     Ab. 


423 


L.  M. 
"Thisdoin  remembrance  of  Mr." 


Draw  near,  O  Holy  Dove  draw  near, 
With  peace  and  gladness  on  Thy  wing; 

Reveal  the  Saviour's  presence  here, 
And  light,  and  life,  and  comfort  bring. 

"Eat,  O  my  friends — drink,  O  beloved  !M 
We  hear  the  Master's  voice  exclaim  : 

Our  hearts  with  new  desire  are  moved, 
And  kindled  with  a  heavenly  flame. 


ONE   CHURCH.  32 1 

3  No  room  for  doubt,  no  room  for  dread, 
Nor    tears,    nor    groans,    nor   anxious 
sighs  : 
We  do  not  mourn  a  Saviour  dead, 
But  hail  Him  living  in  the  skies. 

Rev.  Aaron  Roberts  Wolfe  (1821—        ),  1852.     Ab. 

Ann  cm. 

±£\J  The  Saints  above." 

1  Give  me  the  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 

Within  the  veil,  and  see 
The  saints  above,  how  great  their  joys, 
|| :  How  bright  their  glories  be.  :|| 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below, 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
|| :  With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears.  :|| 

3  I  ask  them,  whence  their  victory  came  ? 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, 
|| :  Their  triumph  to  His  death.  :|| 

4  They  marked  the  footsteps  that  He  trod  ; 

His  zeal  inspired  their  breast ; 

And  following  their  incarnate  God, 

|| :  Possess  the  promised  rest.  :|| 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praise, 

For  His  own  pattern  given, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witnesses 
|| :  Show  the  same  path  to  Heaven.  :|| 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  i7oq# 

Aqn  c  M- 

i  JU  One  Church,  one  Army. 

i   Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 
With  those  to  glory  gone  ; 


322  ONE    CHURCH. 

For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
In  earth  and  Heaven  are  one. 

2  One  family,  we  dwell  in  Him, 

One  Church  above,  beneath, 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

3  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  His  command  we  bow  ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

4  Dear  Saviour,  be  our  constant  Guide  ; 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given, 
Bid  Jordan's  narrow  stream  divide, 
And  land  us  safe  in  Heaven. 

Rev,  Charles  Wesley  (1708 — 17S8),  1759.     Ab.  and  alt. 

AQ1  c.  m. 

A  \J  1  One  So  tig. 

i  Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined, 
And  saved  by  grace  alone  ; 
Walking  in  all  Thy  ways,  we  find 
Our  Heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  Church  triumphant  in  Thy  love, 

Their  mighty  joys  we  know  ; 
They  sing  the  L,amb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee,  in  Thy  glorious  realm,  they  praise, 

And  bow  before  Thy  throne  ; 
We,  in  the  kingdom  of  Thy  grace  : 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

4  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads  ; 

From  hence  our  spirits  rise  ; 
And  he  that  in  Thy  statutes  treads 
Shall  meet  Thee  in  the  skies. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley,  1745. 


ONE   CHFRCH.  323 

ATs*  CM. 

jf  ^  «J  ' '  7%  *•  golden  Ch  a  in." 

i  How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 
When  those  who  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  so  fulfil  His  word. 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 
And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart ; 

1  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love  ; 

4  When  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flows  ; 
When  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glows. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  Heaven  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

Rev.  Joseph  Swain  (1761 — 1796),  1792 

A  qq  C.  M. 

'IJj  The  ancient  11  orthics. 

i   Risk,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path, 
]>y  ancient  worthies  trod; 
Aspiring,  view  those  holy  men 
Who  lived  and  walked  with  God. 

2  Though  dead,  they  speak  in  reason's  ear, 

And  in  example  live  ; 
Their  faith,  and  hope,  and  mighty  deeds, 
•   Still  fresh  instruction  ffive. 


324  ONK    CHURCH. 

3  'Twas  through  the  L,amb's  most  precious 

blood, 
They  conquered  every  foe  ; 
And  to  His  power  and  matchless  grace 
Their  crowns  and  honors  owe. 

4  Lord,  may  I  ever  keep  in  view 

The  patterns  Thou  hast  given  ; 
And  ne'er  forsake  the  blessed  path 
Which  led  them  safe  to  Heaven. 

Rev.  John  Needham  (1710 — 1787),  1768 
T"3^t  ' * Blest  be  the  Tic. ' " 

i  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  : 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  : 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one. 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes  ; 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  : 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way  ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  sec  the  Day. 


FELLOWSHIP.   •  325 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
And  sin  we  shall  be  free  ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

Rev.  John  Fawcett  (1739 — 1817),  1772. 
^£JJ  Cross  and  Crown , 

i  O  WHAT,  if  we  are  Christ's, 
Is  earthly  shame  or  loss  ? 
Bright  shall  the  crown  of  glory  be, 
When  we  have  borne  the  cross. 

2  Keen  was  the  trial  once, 

Bitter  the  cup  of  woe, 
When  martyred  saints,  baptized  in  blood, 
Christ's  sufferings  shared  below. 

3  Bright  is  their  glory  now, 

Boundless  their  joy  above, 
Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  in  perfecl  love. 

4  Lord,  may  that  grace  be  ours, 

Like  them  in  faith  to  bear 
All  that  of  sorrow,  grief,  or  pain 
May  be  our  portion  here. 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker  (1821— 1877),  1852.     Ab. 

Ann  s.  m. 

TwU  Love  to  the  Church. — Ps.  cxxxvii. 

i   I  LOVE  Thy  kingdom,  Lord, 
The  house  of  Thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  His  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  Thy  church,  O  God  : 
Her  walls  before  Thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  Thine  eye 
And  graven  on  Thy  hand. 


326  THE    KINGDOM. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall, 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  Thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  Thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  Heaven. 

Rev.  Timothy  Dwight  (1752 — 18x7),  1800.     Ab. 


437 


S.  M. 
The  Saints  of  the  Lord. 


i  For  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord, 
Who  strove  in  Thee  to  live, 
Who  followed  Thee,  obeyed,  adored, 
Our  grateful  hymn  receive. 

2  For  all  Thy  saints,  O  Lord, 

Accept  our  thankful  cry, 
Who  counted  Thee  their  great  reward, 
And  strove  in  Thee  to  die. 

3  They  all  in  life  and  death, 

With  Thee,  their  Lord  in  view, 
Learned  from  Thy  Holy  Spirit's  breath 
To  suffer  and  to  do. 


THK    KINGDOM.  327 

For  this  Thy  Name  we  bless, 

And  humbly  pray  that  we 
May  follow  them  in  holiness, 

And  live  and  die  in  Thee. 

Bp.  Richard  Mant  (1776— 1848),  1837.     Ab. 


438 


8.  7.  D. 
M Igjennem  Nat  og  Traengsel.' 


Through  the  night  of  doubt  and  sorrow, 

Onward  goes  the  pilgrim  band, 
Singing  songs  of  expectation, 

Marching  to  the  Promised  Land, 
And  before  us  through  the  darkness, 

Gleameth  clear  the  guiding  Light  ; 
Brother  clasps  the  hand  of  brother, 

And  steps  fearless  through  the  night. 

One  the  strain  which  mouths  of  thousands 

Lift  as  from  the  heart  of  one  ; 
One  the  conflict,  one  the  peril, 

One  the  march  in  God  begun, 
One  the  gladness  of  rejoicing 

On  the  Resurrection  shore, 
With  one  Father  o'er  us  shining 

In  His  love  for  evermore. 

Go  we  onward,  pilgrim  brothers, 

Visit  first  the  cross  and  grave, 
Where  the  Cross  its  shadow  flingeth, 

Where  the  boughs  of  cypress  wave. 
Then,  a  shaking  as  of  earthquakes, 

Then,  a  rending  of  the  tomb, 
Then,  a  scattering  of  all  shadows, 

And  an  end  of  toil  and  gloom. 

■    hinlt  Severin  Ingemann  (1789 — 1S62), 
Tr.  by  Rev.   Sabine    I'.uii  g  Could  (1854 —         ),   l8l 


328  THE   KINGDOM. 

A3Q  8-  7-  D 

iJJ  Prayer  for  Union. 

i  Hail,  Thou  God  of  grace  and  glory, 

Who  Thy  Name  hast  magnified, 
By  redemption's  wondrous  story, 

By  the  Saviour  crucified  ; 
Thanks  to  Thee  for  every  blessing, 

Flowing  from  the  Fount  of  love  ; 
Thanks  for  present  good  unceasing, 

And  for  hopes  of  bliss  above. 

2  Hear  us,  as  thus  bending  lowly, 

Near  Thy  bright  and  burning  throne, 
We  invoke  Thee,  God  most  holy, 

Through  Thy  well-beloved  Son  ; 
Send  the  baptism  of  Thy  Spirit, 

Shed  the  pentecostal  fire  ; 
Let  us  all  Thy  grace  inherit, 

Waken,  crown  each  good  desire. 

3  Bind  Thy  people,  Lord,  in  union, 

With  the  sevenfold  cord  of  love  ; 
Breathe  a  spirit  of  communion 

With  the  glorious  hosts  above  ; 
Let  Thy  work  be  seen  progressing  ; 

Bow  each  heart,  and  bend  each  knee, 
Till  the  world,  Thy  truth  possessing, 

Celebrates  its  jubilee. 

Rev.  Thomas  Willaim  Aveling  Baxter  ( i Si 5 — 1884),  1844. 

A  ACS  8-  7  D 

X   lW  The  City  of  God.—\S,  xxxiii.  20 — 11, 

1  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 
Zion,  city  of  our  God  ! 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 
Formed  thee  for  His  own  abode  : 


THE   KINGDOM.  329 

On  the  Rock  of  ages  founded, 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  ? 

With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may 'fct  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See,  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : 
Who  can  faint,  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage? 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  Giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear, 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 

Showing  that  the. Lord  is  near  : 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 

Light  by  night,  and  shade  by  day, 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

Which   He  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

Rev.  John  Newton  (1725 — 1007),  1779 

AA\  3.  7.  D. 

i  il        '  The  Heavenly  City.*1 — Ezf.k.  xxxvii.  27. 

i   Praise  the  Rock  of  our  salvation, 

Laud  His  Name  from  zone  to  zone  ; 
On  that  Rock  the  Church  is  builded, 

Christ  Himself  the  Corner-Stone  ; 
Vain  against  our  rock-built  Zion 

Winds  and  waters,  fire  and  hail, 
Christ  is  in  her  midst  ;   against  her 

Sin  and  hell  shall  not  prevail. 

2  Stands  four-square  that  heavenly  city  ; 
Paved  with  gold  like  crystal  bright  ; 


330  THK   KINGDOM. 

Gates  of  pearl,  and  walls  of  jasper, 

Emerald  and  chrysolyte  : 
Broad  and  lofty  tower  its  ramparts  ; 

At  its  gates  "twelve  angels  stand  ; 
On  its  walls  twelve  names  are  graven, 

Of  th'  Apostles'  chosen  band. 

3  Where  Thou  reignest,  King  of  glory, 

Throned  in  everlasting  light, 
Midst  Thy  saints,  no  more  is  needed 

Sun  by  da}7,  nor  moon  by  night ; 
Soon  may  we  those  portals  enter 

When  this  earthly  strife  is  o'er, 
There  to  dwell  with  saints  and  angels 

In  Thy  presence  evermore. 

Rev.  Benjamin  Webb  (1819 —        ),  1872.     Ah 
^Ty  Christ  the  Corner-Stone. 

i  Christ  is  our  Corner-stone, 

On  Him  alone  we  build  ; 
With  His  true  saints  alone 

The  courts  of  Heaven  are  filled  ; 
On  His  great  love  our  hopes  we  place 

Of  present  grace,  and  joys  above. 

2  O,  then,  with  hymns  of  praise 

These  hallowed  courts  shall  ring  ; 
Our  voices  we  will  raise 

The  Three  in  One  to  sing  ; 
And  thus  proclaim  in  joyful  song, 

Both  loud  and  long,  that  glorious  Name. 

3  Here,  gracious  God,  do  Thou 

Forevermore  draw  nigh  ; 
Accept  each  faith ful  vow, 

And  mark  each  suppliant  sigh  ; 


443 


DEDICATING    PLACES   OF   WORSHIP.  33I 

In  copious  shower,  on  all  who  pray, 

Each  holy  day,  Thy  blessings  pour. 
Here  may  we  gain  from  Heaven 

The  grace  which  we  implore, 
And  may  that  grace,  once  given, 

Be  with  us  evermore, 
Until  that  day  when  all  the  blest 

To  endless  rest  are  called  away. 

Unknown  Author  of  the  8th  century. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Chandler  (1806— 1876),  1837. 

7. 
On  opening  a  Place  of  Worship. 

Lord  of  hosts  !  to  Thee  we  raise 
Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise  : 
Thou  Thy  people's  hearts  prepare, 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 

Let  the  living  here  be  fed 

With  Thy  Word,  the  heavenly  Bread  ; 

Here  in  hope  of  glory  blest, 

May  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest. 

Here  to  Thee  a  temple  stand, 
While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land ; 
Here  reveal  Thy  mercy  sure, 
While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 

Hallelujah  !  earth  and  sky 

To  the  joyful  sound  reply  ; 

Hallelujah  !  hence  ascend 

Prayer  and  praise  till  time  shall  end. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1^5. 
C.  M. 
God' s  Blessing  invoked. 

O  Thou,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands, 

Built  over  earth  and  sea, 
Accept  the  walls  that  human  hands 

Have  raised  to  worship  Thee. 


444 


332  DEDICATING   PEACES   OF   WORSHIP. 

2  Lord,  from  Thine  inmost  glory  send, 

Within  these  walls  t'  abide, 
The  peace  that  dwelleth  without  end 
Serenely  by  Thy  side. 

3  May  erring  minds,  that  worship  here, 

Be  taught  the  better  way  ; 
And  they  who  mourn,  and  they  who  fear, 
Be  strengthened  as  they  pray. 

4  May   faith   grow   firm,    and    love     grow 

warm, 
And  pure  devotion  rise, 
While   round   these  hallowed   walls   the 

storm 
Of  earth-born  passion  dies. 

William  Cullcn  Bryant  (1794— 1S78),  1835. 

AAr  c.  M. 

1  ig  Prayer  of  Dedication, — Ps.  cxxxii. 

i  Arisk,  O  King  of  grace,  arise, 
And  enter  to  Thy  rest  : 
Lo,  Thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

2  Enter  with  all  Thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  spirit  and  Thy  Word  ; 

All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 

Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  Thy  praise  be  spread  ; 
Bless  the  provisions  of  Thy  house, 
And  fill  Thy  poor  with  bread, 

\  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  Anointed  shine, 
Justice  and  truth   His  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 


GOD'S  TEMPLE.  333 

5  Here  let  Him  hold  a  lasting  throne. 
And  as  His  kingdom  grows, 
Fresh  honors  shall  adorn  His  crown, 
And  shame  confound  His  foes. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719. 
1  10  "Angulare  Fundamentum. 

i  Christ  is  made  the  sure  Foundation, 
Christ  the  Head  and  Corner-Stone, 

Chosen  of  the  Lord,  and  precious, 
Binding  all  the  church  in  one, 

Holy  Zion's  help  forever, 
And  her  confidence  alone. 

2  All  that  dedicated  city, 

Dearly  loved  of  God  on  high, 
In  exultant  jubilation 

Pours  perpetual  melody  ; 
God  the  One  in  Three  adoring 

In  glad  hymns  eternally. 

3  To  this  temple,  where  we  call  Thee, 

Come,  O  Lord  of  hosts,   to-day  : 
With  Thy  wonted  loving-kindness, 

Hear  Thy  servants  as  they  pray  ; 
And  Thy  fullest  benediction 

Shed  within  its  walls  alway. 

4  Here  vouchsafe  to  all  Thy  servants 

What  They  ask  of  Thee  to  gain, 
What  they  gain  from  Thee  forever 

With  the  blessed  to  retain, 
And  hereafter  in  Thy  glory 

Kveruiore  with  Thee  to  reign. 

Unknown  Author  of  the  8th  century. 
Tr.  by  Rev.   John  M,ison  Neale  (1818— 1S66).  is...     a!>    and  alt 


334  GOD'S   TEMPLE. 

a  An  L-  M- 

TTTt  /  God's  Temple. 

i  The  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod, 
Was  the  first  temple,  built  by  God  ; 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner-stone, 
And  heaved  its  pillars  one  by  one. 

2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high, 
The  broad,  illimitable  sky  ; 

He  spread  its  pavement,  green  and  bright, 
And  curtained  it  with  morning  light. 

3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood, 
The  sea,  the  sky,  and  all  was  good  ; 
And  when  its  first  pure  praises  rang, 
The  morning  stars  together  sang. 

4  Lord,  'tis  not  ours  to  make  the  sea, 
And  earth,  and  sky,  a  house  for  Thee, 
But  in  Thy  sight  our  offering  stands, 
A  humbler  temple,  made  with  hands. 

Nathaniel  Parker  Willis  (1S07— 1867),  1826.     Ab. 

AAO  7.6.  D. 

TTO  The  One  foundation  —  tPH.  ii.  20. 

i  The  Church's  one  Foundation, 
Is  Jesus  Christ  her  Lord  ; 
She  is  His  new  creation, 

By  water  and  the  word  : 
From  Heaven  He  came    and  sought 
her 
To  be  His  holy  Bride  ; 
With  I  lis  own  blood  He  bought  her, 
And  for  her  life  He  died. 

2  Elecl  from  every  nation, 

Yet  one  o'er  all  the  earth, 
I  K  r  charter  of  salvation 

One  [/>rd,  one  faith,  one  birth  ; 


GOD'S  TEMPLE.  335 

One  holy  Name  she  blesses, 

Partakes  one  holy  food, 
And  to  one  hope  she  presses, 

With  every  grace  endued. 

3  'Mid  toil  and  tribulation, 

And  tumult  of  her  war, 
She  waits  the  consummation 

Of  peace  for  evermore  ; 
Till  with  the  vision  glorious 

Her  longing  eyes  are  blest, 
And  the  great  Church  victorious 

Shall  be  the  Church  at  rest. 

4  The  saints  their  watch  are  keeping, 

Their  cry  goes  up,  "how  long  ?  " 
And  soon  the  night  of  weeping 

Shall  be  the  morn  of  song. 
O  happy  ones  and  holy  ! 

Lord,  give  us  grace,  that  we 
Like  them,  the  meek  and  lowly, 

On  high  may  dwell  with  Thee. 

Rev.  Samuel  John  Stone  (1839 —        )>     J866.     Ab.  and  si.  alt 


L.  M. 
Christ's  Dominion.  —  Ps.  lxxii. 


449 

1  Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  To  Him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  His  head  ; 
His  Name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  Blessings  abound  where'er  He  reigns  ; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  lose  his  chains  , 


336  MISSIONS. 

The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 
And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

4  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674— 1748),  1719.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 


L.  M. 
For  a  Missionary  Meeting. 


450 

1  Assembled  at  Thy  great  command, 
Before  Thy  face,  dread  King,  we  stand  ; 
The  voice  that  marshaled  every  star, 
Has  called  Thy  people  from  afar. 

2  We  meet,  through  distant  lands  to  spread 
The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  bled  ; 
Along  the  line,  to  either  pole, 

The  thunder  of  Thy  praise  to  roll. 

3  Our  prayers  assist,  accept  our  praise, 
Our  hopes  revive,  our  courage  raise, 
Our  counsels  aid  ;  and,  O  impart 
The  single  eye,  the  faithful  heart. 

4  Forth  with  Thy  chosen  heralds  come, 
Recall  the  wandering  spirits  home  ; 
From  Zion's  mount  send  forth  the  sound, 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 

Rev.  William  BengO  Collyer  (1782—1854),  1812.     Ab. 


L.   M. 
"Fling  out  ///,'  Banner, 


451 

1   Fung  out  the  banner  :  let  it  float 

vSky  ward  and  seaward,  high  and  wide  ; 
The  sun,  that  lights  its  shining  folds, 
Tlie  (Moss,  on  which  the  Saviour  died. 


J 


missions.  337 

2  Fling  out  the  banner  :  angels  bend 
In  anxious  silence  o'er  the  sign, 
And  vainly  seek  to  comprehend 
The  wonder  of  the  Love  divine. 

Fling  out  the  banner  :  heathen  lands 
Shall  see  from  far  the  glorious  sight ; 

And  nations,  crowding  to  be  born, 
Baptize  their  spirits  in  its  light. 

4  Fling  out  the  banner  :  let  it  float 

Skyward  and  seaward,  high  and  wide : 
Our  glory  only  in  the  cross, 
Our  only  hope,  the  Crucified. 

5  Fling  out  the  banner  :  wide  and  high, 

Seaward  and  skyward  let  it  shine  ; 
Nor  skill,  nor  might,  nor  merit  ours  ; 
We  conquer  only  in  that  sign. 

Bp.  George  Washington  Doane  (1799 — x859),  1848.     Ab. 

ATtf)  CM. 

AWfei  The  immovable  Kingdom. — Dan.  ii.  44. 

i  O  where  are  kings  and  empires  now 
Of  old  that  went  and  came  ? 
But,  Lord,  Thy  Church  is  praying  yet, 
A  thousand  years  the  same. 

2  We  mark  her  goodly  battlements, 

And  her  foundations  strong  ; 
We  hear  within  the  solemn  voice 
Of  her  unending  song. 

3  For  not  like  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Thy  holy  Church,  O  God  ! 
Though  earthquake  shocks  arc  threaten- 
ing her, 
And  tempests  are  abroad  ; 


338  MISSIONS. 

4  Unshaken  as  eternal  hills, 
Immovable  she  stands, 
A  mountain  that  shall  fill  the  earth, 
A  house  not  made  by  hands. 

Bp.  Arthur  Cleveland  Coxe  (1818—        ),  1839.     Alt. 

ACQ  C-  M- 

i  JJ  The  Spirit  creating  all  Things  new. 

i  Spirit  of  power  and  might,  behold 
A  world  by  sin  destroyed  ; 
Creator,  Spirit,  as  of  old, 
Move  on  the  formless  void. 

2  Give  Thou  the  word  :    that  healing  sound 

Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife, 
And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crowned, 
Produce  the  tree  of  life. 

3  If  sang  the  morning  stars  for  joy 

When  nature  rose  to  view, 
What  strains  will  angel-harps  employ 
When  Thou  shalt  all  renew  ! 

4  And  if  the  sons  of  God  rejoice 

To  hear  a  Saviour's  Name, 
How  shall  the  ransomed  raise  their  voice, 
To  whom  that  Saviour  came  ! 

5  So  every  kindred,  tongue,  and  tribe, 

Assembling  round  the  throne, 
The  new  creation  shall  ascribe 
To  sovereign  love  alone. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1825,  1853. 


454 


.  D. 
xFron\  Greenland1*  icy  Mountains."* 


1   Prom  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 


missions.  339 

From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile  : 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  arestrown, 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

Can  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Can  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation,  O  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learnt  Messiah's  Name. 

Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  His  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783— 1826),  1819. 


455 


7.6.  D. 
1 1  fail  to  tin'  Lord' s  A  UOtnUd  ! 


Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
Great  David's  greater  Son  ; 


34°  MISSIONS. 

Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  conies  to  break  oppression, 

To  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  comes  with  succor  speedy, 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong  ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong  ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  His  sight. 

3  For  Him  shall  prayer  unceasing 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end. 
O'er  every  foe  victorious, 

He  on  His  throne  shall  rest, 
From  age  to  age  more  glorious, 

All-blessing  and  all-blest. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1822.     Ab. 


456 


7.  8.  D. 
"The  Morning  Light  is  breaking.1 


i  Tine  morning  light  is  breaking, 

The  darkness  disappears  ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears: 
Bach  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 


457 


MISSIONS.  341 

See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending, 

In  gratitude  above  ; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing, 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thine  onward  way  ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  riches  stay  ; 
Stay  not,  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home  ; 
Stay  not,  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,   ' '  The  Lord  is  come. ' ' 

Rev.  Samuel  Francis  Smith  (1808 —        ),  1832.     Abt 


7.  6.  D. 
Th e  final-1  Yiu mph . 


i  When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 

Flow  joyfully  along, 
When  hill  and  valley,  ringing 

With  one  triumphant  song, 
Proclaim  the  contest  ended, 

And  Him,  who  once  was  slain, 
Again  to  earth  descended, 

In  righteousness  to  reign  ? 

2  Then  from  the  craggy  mountains 
The  sacred  shout  shall  fly  ; 
And  shady  vales  and  fountains 
Shall  echo  the  reply  : 


342  MISSIONS. 

High  tower  and  lowly  dwelling 
Shall  send  the  chorus  round, 

All  hallelujah  swelling 
In  one  eternal  sound. 

James  Edmeston  (1791 — 1867),  1822.     Alt. 

Aro  7.  6.  D. 

X  00  The  good  Tidings. 

i  How  beauteous,  on  the  mountains, 

The  feet  of  him  that  brings, 
Like  streams  from  living  fountains, 

Good  tidings  of  good  things  ; 
That  publisheth  salvation, 

And  jubilee  release, 
To  every  tribe  and  nation, 

God's  reign  of  joy  and  peace. 

2  Lift  up  thy  voice,  O  watchman, 

And  shout,  from  Zion's  towers, 
Thy  hallelujah  chorus, 

( 4  The  victory  is  ours  !  ' ' 
The  Lord  shall  build  up  Zion 

In  glory  and  renown, 
And  Jesus,  Judah's  Lion, 

Shall  wear  His  rightful  crown. 

Benjamin  Gough  (1805—  1882),  1865.     Ab.  and  si.  alt. 

4^Q  ...    .    L1i-„  ,  i- 

iUw  Atvake,  awake,  — Is.  11.  9. 

1  Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake, 

Put  on  Thy  strength,  the  nations  shake  ; 

And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see 

||:  Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  Thee.  :|| 

2  vSay  to  the  heathen  from  Thy  throne, 
"  I  am  Jehovah,  God  alone  !" 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound. 
||:  And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground.  :|| 


missions.  343 

3  No  more  let  human  blood  be  spilt, 
Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt ; 
But  to  each  conscience  be  applied 

1 1 :  The  blood  that  flowed  from  Jesus'  side. :  1 1 

4  Almighty  God,  Thy  grace  proclaim, 
In  every  clime  of  every  name, 

Till  adverse  powers  before  Thee  fall, 
|| :  And  crown  the  Saviour,  Lord  of  all.  :|| 

William  Shrubsole,  Jr.  (1759 — 1829),  1795.     Ab. 
^t  0  U  Pro-  yer  for  speedy  Triu  niph . 

i  Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 
Through  all  the  millions  of  the  skies, 
That  song  of  triumph,  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's. 

2  Let  thrones,  and  powers,  and  kingdoms  be 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  Thee ; 

And  over  land,  and  stream,  and  main, 
Wave  Thou  the  sceptre  of  Thy  reign. 

3  O  that  the  anthem  now  might  swell, 
And  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell, 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains, 
But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns. 

Baptist  Magazine,  1816. 

AC1  L  M 

iUi  Prayer  for  Home  Missions. 

i  Look  from  Thy  sphere  of  endless  day, 
O  God  of  mercy  and  of  might ; 
In  pity  look  on  those  who  stray, 
Benighted,  in  this  land  of  light. 

2  In  peopled  vale,  in  lonely  glen, 

In  crowded  mart,  by  stream  or  sea, 
How  many  of  the  sons  of  men 

Hear  not  the   message  sent  from  Thee. 


344  missions. 

3  Send  forth  Thy  heralds,  Lord,  to  call 

The  thoughtless  young,  the   hardened 
old, 
A  scattered,  homeless  flock,  till  all 
Be  gathered  to  Thy  peaceful  fold. 

4  Send  them  Thy  mighty  word  to  speak, 

Till  faith  shall  dawn,  and  doubt  depart, 
To  awe  the  bold,  to  stay  the  weak, 
And  bind  and  heal  the  broken  heart. 

5  Then  all  these  wastes,  a  dreary  scene, 

That  make  us  sadden  as  we  gaze, 
Shall  grow  with  living  waters  green, 
And  lift  to  Heaven  the  voice  of  praise. 

William  Cullen  Bryant  (1794 — 1878),  1840. 
~t Q 2  " Uplift  the  blood- red  Banner:' 

i  Uplift  the  blood-red  banner, 

And  shout,  with  trumpet's  sound, 
Deliverance  to  the  captive, 

And  freedom  to  the  bound  ; 
Earth's  jubilee  of  glory, 

The  year  of  full  release  ; 
O  tell  the  wondrous  story, 

Go  forth  and  publish  peace. 

2  Go  forth,  confessors,  martyrs, 

With  zeal  and  love  unpriced, 
And  preach  the  blood  of  sprinkling, 

And  live,  or  die,  for  Christ  ; 
For  Christ  claim  every  nation, 

Your  banner  wide  unfurled  ; 
Go  forth  and  preach  salvation, 

Salvation  for  the  world. 

llcnjiimin  Gough  (1805— 1882),   1865.     Ab 


463 


MISSIONS. 
D. 
"  The  Salvation  i of  I  >.:■.."  —  P>.  xiv. 

1  O  that  the  Lord's  salvation 

Were  out  of  Zion  come, 
To  heal  His  ancient  nation. 

To  lead  His  outcasts  home. 
How  long  the  holy  city 

Shall  heathen  feet  profane  ? 
Return,  O  Lord,  in  pity  ; 

Rebuild  her  walls  again. 

2  Let  fall  Thy  rod  of  terror, 

Thy  saving  grace  impart, 
Roll  back  the  veil  of  error, 

Release  the  fettered  heart. 
Let  Israel,  home  returning, 

Her  lost  Messiah  see  ; 
Give  oil  of  jov  for  mourning, 

And  bind  Thy  Church  to  Thee. 

Rev.  Henry 

6.  6.  4,  6.  6.  a 

i   Lord  of  all  power  and  might, 
Father  of  love  and  light, 

Speed  on  Thy  Word  : 
O  let  the  gospel  sound 
All  the  wide  world  around, 
Wherever  man  is  found  : 

God  speed  His  Word. 

2  Hail,  blessed  Jubilee  : 
Thine,  Lord,  the  glory  be  ; 

Praise  we  the  Lord  : 
Thine  was  the  mighty  plan. 
From  Thee  the  work  began  ; 
Away  with  praise  of  man, 

Glorv  to  God  ! 


464 


465 


346  MISSIONS. 

3  Lo,  what  embattled  foes, 
Stern  in  their  hate,  oppose 

God's  holy  Word  : 
One  for  His  truth  we  stand, 
Strong  in  His  own  right  hand, 
Firm  as  a  martyr-band  : 

God  shield  His  Word. 

4  Onward  shall  be  our  course, 
Despite  of  fraud  or  force  ; 

God  is  before  : 
His  word  ere  long  shall  run 
Free  as  the  noon-day  sun  ; 
His  purpose  must  be  done  : 

God  bless  His  Word. 

Rev.  Hugh  Stowell  (1799— 1865),  1854.     SI.  alt 

6.  6.  4,6.  6.  6.4. 
Let  there  be  Light!  " — Gen.  i.  3.     2  Cor.  iv.  6. 

i  Thou,  whose  almighty  word 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight ; 

Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 

And  where  the  gospel's  day 

Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

4 'Let  there  be  light  !" 

2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring 
On  Thy  redeeming  wing 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind, 
O,  now  to  all  mankind 

44  Let  there  be  light!" 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  Thy  flight  : 


missions.  347 

Move  o'er  the  water's  face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 
"Let  there  be  light  !" 

4  Blessed  and  Holy  Three, 
Glorious  Trinity, 

Wisdom,  Love,  Might ; 
Boundless  as  ocean's  tide, 
Rolling  in  fullest  pride, 
Through  the  world,  far  and  wide, 
"Let  there  be  light  !  " 

Rev.  John  Marriott  (1780— 1825),  1816. 


8.  7.  4. 
Good  Tidings  to  Z 'ion. —Is.  Hi, 


466 

1  On  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 

Lo,  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing, 
Zion  long  in  hostile  lands  : 
|| :  Mourning  captive,  :|| 
God  Himself  will  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  ? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful  ? 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

|| :  Cease  thy  mourning  :  :|| 
Zion  still  is  well-beloved. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee  ; 

He  Himself  appears  thy  Friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee  ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end  : 

|| :  Great  deliverance  :|| 
Zion's  King  vouchsafes  to  send. 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly  (1769— 1855),  1804.     Ab. 


348  MISSIONS. 

ARH  8.7.4. 

A  w  I  Light  in  the  Darkness. — Matt.  iv.  16. 

i  O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze ; 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arising, 

Bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day  : 

Send  the  Gospel 
To  the  earth's  remotest  bound. 

2  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, 

Grant  them,  Lord,  Thy  glorious  light, 
And  from  eastern  coast  to  western 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night  ; 

And  redemption, 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  Gospel, 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease  : 
May  thy  lasting  wide  dominions 
Multiply,  and  still  increase  ; 

Sway  Thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around. 

Rev.  William  Williams  (1717 — 1791),  1772.     Ab.  and  alt. 

ACtQ  C.  M.D. 

TTOO  uP*t  on  Thy  Strength."— Is.  li.  9. 

i  Awake,  awake,  put  on  Thy  strength, 

O  arm  of  Christ  the  Lord  ; 
Awake,  as  in  the  ancient  days, 

Fresh  triumphs  now  record. 
Thou  dryest  up  the  mighty  sea, 

The  waters  of  the  deep, 
That  joy  might  spring  in  saddened  hearts, 

And  mourners  cease  to  weep. 
2  Thy  ransomed  people  passed  the  wave, 

They  trod  the  Red  Sea  floor  ; 
The  cloudy  pillar  frowned  behind, 

Hut  smiled  with  light  before. 


469 


missions.  349 

Lift  up  Thine  arm,  display  Thy  light 

Again  to  guard  and  guide  : 
Beneath  Thy  banner,  mighty  Lord, 

We  too  have  crossed  the  tide. 

On,  on  we  haste  with  holy  zeal, 

Since  Thou  the  path  has  blest  ; 
The  distant  mountains  rise  in  view, 

Thy  seat  of  peace  and  rest. 
There  lies  the  City  of  our  God, 

The  City  beaming  bright ; 
Where  shines  nor  sun,  nor  moon,  nor  star, 

The  Lamb  its  only  light. 

T.  T.  N.,  1870.     Ab. 

6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.  4. 
* '  Ch  rist  for  the  World. ' ' 

i  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing  ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  loving  zeal ; 
The  poor,  and  them  that  mourn, 
The  faint  and  overborne, 
Sin-sick  and  sorrow- worn, 

Whom  Christ  doth  heal. 

2  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing  ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  fervent  prayer : 
The  wayward  and  the  lost, 
By  reckless  passion  tossed, 
Redeemed  at  countless  cost, 

From  dark  despair. 

3  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing  ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  one  accord  ; 
With  us  the  work  to  share, 


35°  MISSIONS. 

With  us  reproach  to  dare, 

With  us  the  cross  to  bear, 

For  Christ  our  Lord. 

4  Christ  for  the  world  we  sing  ; 
The  world  to  Christ  we  bring, 

With  joyful  song  ; 
The  new-born  souls,  whose  days,    • 
Reclaimed  from  error's  ways, 
Inspired  with  hope  and  praise, 
To  Christ  belong. 

Rev.'Samuel  Wolcott  (1813— 1886),  1869. 

ATJ(\  C    M 

Jk  I  V       The  Gospel  for  all  Nations.— Mark  xiii.  10. 

i  Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Are  by  creation  Thine  ; 
And  in  Thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But,  Lord,  Thy  greater  love  has  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind, 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasured  in  Thy  mind. 

3  Lord,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  every  tribe,  and  every  soul, 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound  ? 

4  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays, 
And  build  on  sin's  demolished  throne 
The  temples  of  Thy  praise. 

Rev.  Thomas  Gibbons  (1720 — 1785),  1769.     Ab.  and  ;i!t. 

Am  (  M 

<Til  "The  dory  of  the latter  Day.*' 

i  O  God,  our  God,  Thou  shiniest  here, 
Thine  own  this  latter  day  ; 


MISSIONS.  351 

To  us  Thy  radiant  steps  appear  : 
We  watch  Thy  glorious  way. 

2  Thou  tookest  once  our  flesh  ;  Thy  face 

Once  on  our  darkness  shone  ; 
Yet  through  each  age  new  births  of  grace 
Still  make  Thy  glory  known. 

3  Not  only  olden  ages  felt 

The  presence  of  the  Lord  ; 
Not  only  with  the  fathers  dwelt 
Tin  Spirit  and  Thy  word. 

4  Doth  not  the  Spirit  still  descend, 

And  bring  the  heavenly  fire  ? 
Doth  not  He  still  Thy  Church  extend, 
And  waiting  souls  inspire  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  us  arise  ; 

Be  this  Thy  mighty  hour  ; 
And  make  Thy  willing  people  wise 
To  know  Thy  day  of  power. 

Thomas  Hornblower  Gill  (1819—        ),  1862.     Ab. 


472 


7.  D. 
" Soldiers  of  the  Cross,  arise." 

Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise, 

Gird  you  with  your  armor  bright 
Mighty  are  your  enemies, 

Hard  the  battle  ye  must  fight. 
O'er  a  faithless,  fallen  world. 

Raise  your  banner  in  the  sky, 
Let  it  float  there,  wide  unfurled, 

Bear  it  onward,  lift  it  high. 

'Mid  the  homes  of  want  and  woe, 
Strangers  to  the  living  Word, 

Let  the  Saviour's  herald  go, 

Let  the  voice  of  hope  be  heard. 


352  THE  STRUGGLE. 

Where  the  shadows  deepest  lie, 
Carry  truth's  unsullied  ray  ; 

Where  are  crimes  of  blackest  dye, 
There  the  saving  sign  display. 

3  To  the  weary  and  the  worn 

Tell  of  realms  where  sorrow's  cease  ; 
To  the  outcast  and  forlorn 

Speak  of  mercy  and  of  peace. 
Guard  the  helpless,  seek  the  strayed, 

Comfort  trouble,  banish  grief : 
With  the  Spirit's  sword  arrayed, 

Scatter  sin  and  unbelief. 

4  Be  the  banner  still  unfurled, 

Bear  it  bravely  still  abroad, 
Till  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  the  Lord  ; 
Praise  with  songs  of  holy  glee, 

Saints  of  earth  and  heavenly  Host, 
Godhead  One  in  persons  Three, 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Bp.  William  Walsham  How  (1823—        ),  1864 
"i  I  0  "Go, ye  Messengers  of  God. ' ' 

i  Go,  ye  messengers  of  God, 

Like  the  beams  of  morning  fly, 
Take  the  wonder-working  rod, 

Wave  the  banner-cross  on  high, 
Where  the  lofty  minaret 

Gleams  along  the  morning  skies, 
Wave  it  till  the  crescent  set, 

And  the  H  Star  of  Jacob  u  rise. 

2   Go  to  many  a  tropic  isle, 
In  the  bosom  of  the  deep, 


THE  STRUGGLE.  353 

Where  the  skies  forever  smile, 
And  th'  oppressed  for  ever  weep. 

O'er  the  negro's  night  of  care 
Pour  the  living  light  of  Heaven  ; 

Chase  away  the  fiend  despair, 
Bid  him  hope  to  be  forgiven. 

Where  the  golden  gates  of  day 

Open  on  the  palmy  East, 
Wide  the  bleeding  cross  display, 

Spread  the  Gospel's  richest  feast. 
Bear  the  tidings  round  the  ball, 

Visit  every  soil  and  sea  ; 
Preach  the  cross  of  Christ  to  all, 

Christ,  whose  love  is  full  and  free. 

Rev.  Joshua  Marsden  (1777 — 1837),  18x2. 


7.  D. 
The  Victory  anticipated.— Vs.  lxxii. 


474 

1  Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 

When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway, 
Every  nation,  every  clime, 

Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 
Mightiest  kings  His  power  shall  own. 

Heathen  tribes  His  name  adore  ; 
Satan  and  his  host  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

2  Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease, 

Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain  ; 
Righteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 

Undisturbed  shall  ever  reign. 
Time  shall  sun  and  moon  obscure, 

Seas  be  dried,  and  rocks  be  riven, 
But  His  reign  shall  still  endure, 

Endless  as  the  days  of  Heaven. 

Miss  Harriet  Auber  (1773  — 1862),  1829.     AL. 


354  THK   TRIUMPH. 

Anr  7.  d. 

TT  /  \J  u  The  Song  of  Jubilee.'" 

i  Hark,  the  song  of  jubilee, 

Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fulness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore  : 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  Omnipotent  shall  reign  ; 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah  !  hark,  the  sound, 

From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies. 
See  Jehovah's  banners  furled, 

Sheathed    His  sword:  He  speaks;  'tis 
done, 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  His  Son. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway  ; 
He  shall  reign,  when  like  a  scroll 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away. 
Then  the  end  ;   beneath  His  rod 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall  ; 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ,  is  All  in  all. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  x8i9,  1825. 

476  The  lattn  'Day, 

1    HAIL    to  the  brightness   of  Zion's   glad 
morning, 
Joy  to  the  lands  that  in  darkness  have 
lain  ; 


THE   TRIUMPH.  35S 

Hushed  be   the   accents  of    sorrow   and 
mourning  ; 
Zion  in  triumph  begins  her  mild  reign. 

2  Hail   to   the   brightness  of    Zion's   glad 

morning, 

Long  by  the   prophets  of  Israel   fore- 
told ; 
Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  return- 
ing ; 

Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision  be- 
hold. 

3  Lo,  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  spring- 

in  c  * 

Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along  ; 
Loud   from  the  mountain-tops  echoes  are 

ringing  ; 
Wastes  rise  in  verdure,  and    mingle  in 

song. 

4  See,  from  all  lands,  from  the  isles  of  the 

ocean, 

Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  high  : 
Fallen  are  the  engines  of  war  and  com- 
motion ; 

Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky. 

Thomas  Hastings  (1784 — 1872J,  1823. 

A  717  11  10. 

T"  /   /  The  Church  victorious. 

i  Daughter  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy  sad- 
ness ; 
Wake,   for  thy  foes  shall  oppress   thee 
no  more  : 
Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day -star 
of  gladness  ; 
Rise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrow  is  o'er. 


356  THY   KINGDOM    COME. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes  ;  but  the  arm  that 

subdued  them, 
And  scattered  their  legions,  was  mightier 

far: 
They  fled,  like  the  chaff,  from  the  scourge 

that  pursued  them  ; 
Vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots 

of  war. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion,   the  power  that  hath 

saved  thee 

Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel 
should  be  ; 
Shout,  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  en- 
slaved thee  ; 

Th%  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion 
is  free. 

Fitzgerald's  Collection,  1830. 

Ann  c.  m. 

T"  /  O  Prayer  heard,  and  Zion  restored. — Ps.  cii.  13 — 21. 

i   Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice  ; 
Behold  the  promised  hour  : 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  His  power. 

2  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  His  Name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

3  He  sits  a  Sovereign  on  His  throne. 

With  pity  in  His  eyes  ; 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoners  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

4  He  frees  the  souls  condemned  to  death, 

Nor  when  His  saints  complain, 


THY   KINGDOM   COME.  357 

Shall  it  be  said,  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1719.     Ab. 

Ann  c- M- 

i  I  w         The  Millennium.— Micah  iv.  i,  2.     Is.  ii.  1 — 4. 

i  Behold,  the  Mountain  of  the  Lord 
In  latter  days  shall  rise, 
Above  the  mountains  and  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wondering  eyes. 

2  The  beam  that  shines  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Zion's  towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

3  Xo  strife  shall  vex  Messiah's  reign, 

Or  mar  the  peaceful  years  ; 
To    ploughshares    soon    they   beat   their 
swords, 
To  pruning-hooks  their  spears. 

4  No  longer  hosts  encountering  hosts 

Their  millions  slain  deplore  ; 
They  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

5  Come,  then,  O  come  from  every  land, 

To  worship  at  His  shrine  ; 
And,  walking  in  the  light  of  God, 
With  holy  beauties  shine. 

Michael  Bruce  (1746 — 1767),  1781.     Ab. 

Aon  c  M- 

1UU  Mustering  the  Host. — Isa.  xiii.  4. 

i  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates  of  brass, 
Ye  bars  of  iron,  yield  ; 
And  let  the  King  of  glory  pass  : 
The  cross  is  in  the  field. 


358  THY   KINGDOM   COME. 

2  That  banner,  brighter  than  the  star 

That  leads  the  train  of  night, 
Shines  on  their  march,  and  guides  from  far 
His  servants  to  the  fight. 

3  Ye  armies  of  the  living  God, 

His  sacramental  host, 
Where  hallowed  footsteps  never  trod, 
Take  your  appointed  post. 

4  Uplifted  are  the  gates  of  brass, 

The  bars  of  iron  yield  ; 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  pass  : 
The  cross  hath  won  the  field. 

J  itnes  Montgomery,  1853.     Ab. 

AQ1  8  7  D 

id      Christ  on  the  Lake  of  Galilee. — Mark  iv.  38. 

i  Tossed  upon  life's  raging  billow, 

Sweet  it  is,  O  Lord,  to  know, 
Thou  didst  press  a  sailor's  pillow, 

And  canst  feel  a  sailor's  woe. 
Never  slumbering,  never  sleeping, 

Though  the  night  be  dark  and  drear, 
Thou  the  faithful  watch  art  keeping, 

14  All,  all's  well,"  Thy  constant  cheer. 

2  And  though  loud  the  wind  is  howling, 

Fierce  though  flash  the  lightnings  red, 
Darkly  though  the  storm-cloud's  scowling 

O'er  the  sailor's  anxious  head  ; 
Thou  canst  calm  the  raging  ocean, 

All  is  noise  and  tumult  still, 
Hush  the  tempest's  wild  commotion, 

At  the  bidding  of  Thy  will. 

3  Tli us  my  heart  the  hope  will  cherish, 

While  to  Thee  1  lift  mine  eye, 


482 


FOR  THOSE  AT  SEA.  359 

Thou  wilt  save  me  ere  I  perish, 
Thou  wilt  hear  the  sailor's  cry  ; 

And  though  mast  and  sail  be  riven, 
Life's  short  voyage  will  soon  be  o'er  ; 

Safely  moored  in  Heaven's  wide  haven, 
Storms  and  tempests  vex  no  more. 

Rev,  George  Washington  Bethune  (1805 — 1862),  1830.     Alt. 

L.  M. 
For  Seamen. — Ps.  cvii.  23 — 30. 

i  O  God,  who  metest  in  Thy  hand 
The  waters  of  the  mighty  sea, 
And  barrest  ocean  with  the  sand 
By  Thy  perpetual  decree  : 

2  When  they  who  to  the  sea  go  down, 

And  in  the  waters  ply  their  toil, 
Are  lifted  on  the  surge's  crown, 

And  plunged  where  seething  eddies  boil; 

3  Rule  then,  O  Lord,  the  ocean's  wrath, 

And  bind  the  tempest  with  Thy  will  ; 
Tread,  as  of  old,  the  water's  path, 

And   speak  Thy   bidding,    "Peace,  be 
still." 

4  And  when  there  shall  be  sea  no  more, 

Save  that  of  mingled  flame  and  glass, 
Where  goes  no  galley  sped  by  oar, 
Where  gallant  ships  no  longer  pass  ; 

5  When  dawns  the  Resurrection  morn. 

Upon  that  shore,  O  Jesus,  stand, 
And  give  Thy  pilgrims,  faint  and  worn, 
Their  welcome  to  the  Happy  Land. 

Rev.  Richard  Frederick  Littledale  (1833—        ),  1867.     Ab. 

A  QO  L.  M. 

4i"  W  w'  P>ayer  for  Ma  n  tiers . 

i  While  o'er  the  deep  Thy  servants  sail, 
Send  Thou,  O  Lord,  the  prosperous  gale  ; 


360  FOR  THOSE   AT  SEA. 

And  on  their  hearts,  where'er  they  go, 
O  let  Thy  heavenly  breezes  blow. 

2  If  on  the  morning's  wings  they  fly, 
They  will  not  pass  beyond  Thine  eye  : 
The  wanderer's  prayer  Thou  bend'st  to 

hear, 
And  faith  exults  to  know  Thee  near. 

3  When  tempests  rock  the  groaning  bark, 
O  hide  them  safe  in  Jesus'  ark  ; 
When  in  the  tempting  port  they  ride, 
O  keep  them  safe  at  Jesus'  side. 

4  If  life's  wide  ocean  smile  or  roar, 

Still  guide  them  to  the  heavenly  shore  : 
And  grant  their  dust  in  Christ  may  sleep, 
Abroad,  at  home,  or  on  the  deep. 

Hp.  George  Burgess  (1809 — 1866),  1840. 
iO  1       "Save,  Lord,  or  we  perish." — Matt.  viii.  25. 

i  When  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tem- 
pest is  streaming, 

When  o'er  the  dark  wave  the  red  light- 
ning is  gleaming, 

Nor  hope  lends  a  ray  the  poor  seaman  to 
cherish, 

They  fly  to  their  Master,  "Save,  Lord, 
or  we  perish  !" 

2  O  Jesus,  once  rocked  on  the  breast  of  the 
billow, 
Aroused  by  the  shriek  of  despair    from 

Thy  pillow, 
Now   seated   in    glory,    the   poor    sinner 
cherish, 


IN    DANGER   OF   DEATH.  361 

Who  cries  in  his  anguish,   "  Save,  Lord, 
or  we  perish  !" 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783— 1826),  1820.     Ab.  and  alt. 

A  QC  8-  7-  4- 

T,Ow  The  guiding  Star . 

i  Star  of  peace,  to  wanderers  weary, 
Bright  the  beams  that  smile  on  me  ; 
|| :  Cheer  the  pilot's  vision  dreary, 
Far,  far  at  sea.  :|| 

2  Star  of  hope,  gleam  on  the  billow, 

Bless  the  soul  that  sighs  for  Thee  ; 
|| :  Bless  the  sailor's  lonely  pillow, 
Far,  far  at  sea.  :|| 

3  Star  of  faith,  when  winds  are  mocking 

All  his  toil,  he  flies  to  Thee  ; 
|| :  Save  him  on  the  billows  rocking, 
Far,  far  at  sea.  :|| 

4  Star  divine,  O  safely  guide  him, 

Bring  the  wanderer  home  to  Thee  : 
|| :  Sore  temptations  long  have  tried  him, 
Far,  far  at  sea.  :|| 

Mrs.  Jane  Bell  Cross  Simpson  (1811 —        ),   1830.     Ab. 
lOU  In  Sickness. 

i  Whkn  languor  and  disease  invade 
This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  the  cage, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  on  His  faithfulness  to  rest, 
Whose  love  can  never  end  ; 
Sweet  on  His  covenant  of  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend  ; 


362  HOME   AND   REST. 

3  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  His  firm  decrees  ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  His  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  His  ; 

4  Sweet  to  rejoice  in  lively  hope, 

That,  when  my  change  shall  come, 
Angels  will  hover  round  my  bed, 
And  waft  my  spirit  home. 

Rev.  Augustus  Montague  Toplady    (1740 — 1778),  1776.     Ab. 

Ann  s.  m. 

TO  I  N earing  Home. 

i   One  sweetly  solemn  thought 
Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er, 
Nearer  my  parting  hour  am  I 
Than  e'er  I  was  before. 

2  Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  many  mansions  be  ; 
Nearer  the  throne  where  Jesus  reigns, 
Nearer  the  crystal  sea  ; 

3  Nearer  my  going  home, 

Laying  my  burden  down, 
Leaving  my  cross  of  heavy  grief, 
Wearing  my  starry  crown. 

4  Nearer  that  hidden  stream, 

Winding  through  shades  of  night, 
Rolling  its  cold,  dark  waves  between 
Me  and  the  world  of  light. 

5  Jesus,  to  Thee  I  cling  : 

Strengthen  my  arm  of  faith  ; 
Stay  near  me  while  my  way-worn  feet 
Press  through  the  stream  of  death. 

Mis.  1  ,  ,:,i..     Ab.  and  alt. 


488 


HOME    AND    REST.  363 

S.  M. 
"  The  death  of  the  Righteous." 

i  O  for  the  death  of  those 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord  : 
O  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  rny  last  reward. 

2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground, 

In  silent  hope  may  lie, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

3  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar, 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 

And  reign  with  him  above. 

4  With  us  their  names  shall  live 

Through  long  succeeding  years, 
Embalmed  with    all    our  hearts  can 
give, 
Our  praises  and  our  tears. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1804.     Ab.  and  much  alt. 

AQQ  s  M- 

l^Uw  Resting  in  Hope. 

i  Rest  for  the  toiling  hand, 
Rest  for  the  anxious  brow, 
Rest  for  the  weary,  way-sore  feet,- 
Rest  from  all  labor  now. 

2  Rest  for  the  fevered  brain, 

Rest  for  the  throbbing  eye  : 
Through  these   parched  lips  of  thine  no 
more 
Shall  pass  the  moan  or  sigh. 

3  Soon  shall  the  trump  of  God 

Give  out  the  welcome  sound, 


364  THF*  BETTER   LIFE. 

That  shakes  thy  silent  chamber-walls, 
And  breaks  the  turf-sealed  ground. 

4  Ye  dwellers  in  the  dust, 

Awake,  come  forth  and  sing  : 
Sharp  has  your  frost  of  winter  been, 
But  bright  shall  be  your  spring. 

5  'Twas  sown  in  weakness  here, 

'Twill  then  be  raised  in  power  : 
That  which  was  sown  an  earthly  seed, 
Shall  rise  a  heavenly  flower. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808— 1889),  1857.     Ab. 
^j"  y  U  "I  would  not  live  a  I  way. ' ' 

i  I   would  not  live   alway  ;    I    ask   not  to 

stay 
Where  storm   after  storm   rises  dark  o'er 

the  way  ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings,  that  dawn  on  us 

here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,   full   enough 

for  its  cheer. 

2  I  would   not  live  alway,  thus  fettered  by 

sin, 

Temptation  without  and  corruption  with- 
in ; 

E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled 
with  fears, 

And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  peni- 
tent tears. 

3  I  would   not  live  alway  ;  no,  welcome  the 

tomb  ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain    there,  I   dread    not 
its  gloom  ; 


THE  BETTER   LIFE.  365 

There  sweet  be   my   rest,  till  He  bid  me 

arise, 
To  hail   Him  in  triumph  descending  the 

skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from 

his  God  ; 
Away    from   yon    Heaven,    that   blissful 

abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the 

bright  plains, 
And    the     noontide    of  glory     eternally 

reigns  ? 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony 

meet, 
Their  Saviour  and   brethren   transported 

to  greet ; 
While  the  anthem  of  rapture  unceasingly 

roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of 

the  soul. 

Rev.  William  Augustus  Muhlenberg  (1796 — 1877),  1823. 

AQ1  4.  6.D. 

TT  W 1  The  Last  Sleep . 

i  Sleep  thy  last  sleep  ! 

Free  from  care  and  sorrow  ; 
Rest,  where  none  weep, 

Till  th'  eternal  morrow  : 
Though  dark  waves  roll 

O'er  the  silent  river, 
Thy  fainting  soul 

Jesus  can  deliver. 

2  Life's  dream  is  past  ; 

All  its  sin,  and  sadness  ; 


366  FUNERAI,   HYMNS. 

Brightly,  at  last, 

Dawns  the  day  of  gladness  : 
Under  thy  sod, 

Earth,  receive  our  treasure, 
To  rest  in  God, 

Waiting  all  His  pleasure. 

3  Though  we  may  mourn 

Those  in  life  the  dearest, 
They  shall  return, 

Christ,  when  Thou  appearest : 
Soon  shall  Thy  voice 

Comfort  those  now  weeping, 
Bidding  rejoice 

All  in  Jesus  sleeping. 

Rev.  Edward  Arthur  Dayman  (1807 —         ),  18 


13.   11. 
'Gone  to  the  Grave." 


492 

1  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave ;  but  we  will 

not  deplore  thee, 
Though  sorrows  and  darkness  encom- 
pass the  tomb  : 
The  Saviour  has  passed  through  its  portal 
before  thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  His  love  is  thy  guide 
through  the  gloom. 

2  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  we  no  longer 

behold  thee, 
Nor  tread  the  rough  path  of  the  world 

by  thy  side  ; 
But  the  wicje  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to 

enfold  thee, 
And  si nners may  die,  for  the  Sinless  hath 

died. 


FUNERAL   HYMNS.  367 

3  Thou   art   gone  to   the   grave  ;    and,    its 

mansion  forsaking, 

Perchance  thy  weak  spirit  in  fear  lin- 
gered long  ; 
But  the  mild  rays  of  Paradise  beamed  on 
thy  waking, 

And  the  sound  which  thou  heardst  was 
the  seraphim's  song. 

4  Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave  ;  but  wre  will 

not  deplore  thee  ; 

Whose  God  was  thy  Ransom,  thy  Guar- 
dian and  Guide  : 
He  gave  thee,  He  took  thee,  and  He  will 
restore  thee  ; 

And  death  has  no  sting,  for  the  Saviour 
has  died. 

Bp.  Reginald  Heber  (1783— 1826),  1812. 

AQQ  S.M.D. 

±s2w  "The  Time  is  short.' —1  Cor.  vii.  29. 

1  A  few  more  years  shall  roll, 

A  few  more  seasons  come, 
And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest 
Asleep  within  the  tomb. 
Chorus. 
Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  great  day  ; 
O  wash  me  in  Thy  precious  blood, 
And  take  my  sins  away. 

2  A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 

On  this  wild,  rocky  shore  ; 
And  we  shall  be  where  temptest  cease, 
And  surges  swell  no  more. — Cho. 
j  A  few  more  struggles  here, 
A  few  more  partings  o'er. 


368  THE   END   WELCOMED* 

A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  weep  no  more. — Cho. 

4  'Tis  but  a  little  while, 

And  He  shall  come  again, 
Who  died  that  we  might  live,  who  lives 
That  we  with  Him  may  reign. — Cho. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808—1889),  1857.     Ab. 


494 


P.  M. 

"ImmanaeVs  Land." 


The  sands  of  time  are  sinking, 

The  dawn  of  Heaven  breaks  ; 
The  summer  morn  I've  sighed  for, 

The  fair,  sweet  morn  awakes 
Dark,  dark  hath  been  the  midnight, 

But  day-spring  is  at  hand, 
And  glory,  glory  dwelleth 

In  Immanuel's  land. 

0  Christ,  He  is  the  fountain, 
The  deep,  sweet  well  of  love, 

The  streams  on  earth  I've  tasted, 
More  deep  I'll  drink  above. 

There  to  an  ocean  fulness 
His  mercy  doth  expand, 

And  glory,  glory  dwelleth 
In  Immanuel's  land. 

The  bride  eyes  not  her  garment 
But  her  dear  bridegroom's  face  ; 

1  will  not  gaze  at  glory, 
But  on  my  King  of  grace  ; 

Not  at  the  crown  He  giveth, 

But  on  His  pierced  hand  : 
The  Lamb  is  all  the  Rlory 

Of  Immanuel's  land. 

Mrs.  Anne  Ross  Cousin,  1857.     Ab# 


495 


THE    END   WELCOMED.  369 

L.  M. 
11  Asleep  in  Jesus.'' 

i  Asleep  in  Jesus  :  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep, 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus  :  O  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet  ; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing, 

That  death  hath  lost  his  venomed  sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  :  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  ;  O  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  :  far  from  thee 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be  ; 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 

Mrs.  Margaret  Mackay  (1801 —        ),  1832.     Ab  . 


496 


L.  M 
The  death  of  the  Righteous. — Num.  xxiii. 


How  blest  the  righteous,  when  he  dies, 
When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest, 

How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 
How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast. 

So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale,  when  storms  are  o'er  ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 

So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 


370  FUNERAL   HYMNS. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys  ; 
And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  profound 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay, 

Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies  ; 
While  Heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
"How    blest  the    righteous  when     he 
dies!  " 

Mrs.  Anna  Laetitia  Barbauld  (1743 — 1825),  1809.     Ab.  and  alt. 


497 


6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.  4. 
Resignation. 

i  Lowly  and  solemn  be 
Thy  children's  cry  to  Thee, 

Father  divine  : 
A  hymn  of  suppliant  breath  ; 
||:  Owning  that  life  and  death,  :|| 

Alike  are  Thine. 

2  O  Father,  in  that  hour, 

When  earth  all  succoring  power 

Shall  disavow  ; 
When  spear,  and  shield,  and  crown, 
||:  In  faintness  are  cast  down  ;  :|| 

Sustain  us,  Thou. 

3  By  Him  who  bowed  to  take 
The  death-cup  for  our  sake, 

The  thorn,  the  rod  ; 
From  whom  the  last  dismay 
|| :  Was  not  to  pass  away  ;  :|| 

Aid  us,  O  God. 

4  Tremblers  beside  the  grave, 
We  call  on  Thee  to  save, 

Father  divine  : 


498 


FUNERAL    HYMNS.  371 

Hear,  hear  our  suppliant  breath  ; 
||:(Keep  us  in  life  and  death,  :ll 
Thine,  only  Thine. 

Mrs.  Felicia  Dorothea  Hemans  (1794 — 1835),  1832.     Ab. 

L.  M.61. 
Peaceful  Sleep. 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ; 

Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
|| :  And  give  these  sacred  relics  room, 

To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. :|| 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 

Invade  thy  bounds.     No  mortal  woes 
|| :  Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose.  :|| 

3  So  Jesus  slept :  God's  dying  Son 

Passed  through  the  grave,  and  blest  the 

bed; 
|| :  Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  His  throne 
The    morning   break,    and   pierce    the 

shade.  :|| 

4  Break  from  His  throne,  illustrious  morn  ; 

Attend, *0  earth,  His  sovereign  word  ; 
|| :  Restore  thy  trust ;  a  glorious  form 
Shall  then  ascend  to  meet  the  Lord.  :|| 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 174&),  1734.     Alt 
S.  M.  D. 
On  the  Death  of  a  Minister. 

i  Servant  of  God,  well  done, 

Rest  from  thy  loved  employ  ; 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 

Enter  thy  Master's  joy. 
The  voice  at  midnight  came, 

He  started  up  to  hear  ; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame, 

He  fell,  but  felt  no  fear. 


499 


372  1  UNKRAIv   HYMNS. 

2  At  midnight  came  the  cry, 

"  To  meet  thy  God  prepare  !" 
He  woke,  and  caught  his  Captain's  eye  ; 

Then,  strong  in  faith  and  prayer, 
His  spirit  with  a  bound 

L,eft  its  encumbering  clay  ; 
His  tent,  at  sunrise,  on  the  ground, 

A  darkened  ruin  lay. 

3  The  pains  of  death  are  past, 

Labor  and  sorrow  cease, 
And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 

His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 
Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done, 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ  ; 
And,  while  eternal  ages  run, 

Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 

James  Montgomery  (1771 — 1854),  1S19.     Ab. 

r AA  S.  M.  D. 

OUU  Signal  Consecration  and  Courage. 

i  O  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 

High  Priest  of  things  to  come, 
Who  didst  in  grace  Thy  servant  keep, 

And  take  him  sweetly  home  : 
His  heart  was  Thine  alone, 

From  selfish  longings  free  ; 
Thy  throne  the  cross,  a  cross  his  throne, 

His  lite  was  hid  in  Thee. 

2  So,  trusting  in  Thy  might, 

He  won  a  fair  renown  ; 
So,  waxing  valiant  in  the  fight, 

He  trod  the  lion  down  ; 
Then  rendered  up  to  Thee 

The  charge  Thy  love  had  given, 


THK   SECOND    COMING.  373 

And  passed  away,  Thy  face  to  see 
Revealed  in  Highest  Heaven. 

V.  S.  C.Coles,  1868.     Ab. 

Km  8-7-4- 

^ Vl  Christ's  Second  Coming. 

i   Lo  !  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favored  sinners  slain  ; 
Thousand,  thousand  saints  attending 
Swell  the  triumph  of  His  train  : 

|| :  Hallelujah!  :|| 
God  appears  on  earth  to  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  ; 
Those  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  Him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 

|| :  Deeply  wailing,  :|| 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  Now  redemption,  long-expected, 

See  in  solemn  pomp  appear  : 
All  His  saints,  by  men  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  Him  in  the  air  : 

|| :  Hallelujah  !  :|| 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 

4  Yea,  amen  ;  let  all  adore  Thee, 

High  on  Thine  eternal  throne  : 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory  ; 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  Thine  own  : 

|| :  O  come  quickly,  :|| 
Hallelujah  !  come,  Lord,  come. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708— 1788),  1758.  V,  1.  2.  4. 
Rev.  John  Cennick  (1717—1755),  1752.  V.  3. 
Rev.  Martin  Madan  (1726 — 1790),  1760.     Ab. 

CflO  8.7.4. 

WVfai  "Surely  T  come  quickly" — Rev.  xxii.  2-5. 

i  O'ER  the  distant  mountains  breaking, 
Comes  the  reddening  dawn  of  day  ; 


374  THE  SECOND    COMING. 

Rise,  my  soul,  from  sleep  awaking, 
Rise,  and  sing,  and  watch,  and  pray  : 

||:'Tis  thy  Saviour,  :|| 
On  His  bright,  returning  way. 

2  O  Thou  long-expecled,  weary 

Waits  my  anxious  soul  for  Thee  ; 
Life  is  dark,  and  earth  is  dreary 
Where  Thy  light  I  do  not  see  : 

|| :  O  my  Saviour,  :|| 
When  wilt  Thou  return  to  me  ? 

3  Nearer  is  my  soul's  salvation, 

Spent  the  night,  the  day  at  hand  ; 
Keep  me  in  my  lowly  station, 
Watching  for  Thee,  till  I  stand, 

||:  O  my  Saviour,  :|| 
In  Thy  bright  and  promised  land. 

4  With  my  lamp  well-trimmed  and  burning, 

vSwift  to  hear,  and  slow  to  roam, 
Watching  for  Thy  glad  returning 
To  restore  me  to  my  home, 

||:  Come,  my  Saviour,  :|| 
O  my  Saviour,  quickly  come. 

Rev.  John  Samuel  Bewley  Monsell  (1811  — 1875),    1863.       Ab. 

rp|Q  C.  M.  5i. 

\J\J  0  "Jerusalem  my  Jiappv  Home." 

i  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

Name  ever  dear  to  me, 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
|| :  In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ?  :|| 

2  When  shall  these  eyes    thy    heaven-built 
walls 
And  pearly  gates  behold  ; 


THE   NEW  JERUSALEM.  375 

Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
|| :  And  streets  of  shining  gold?  :|| 

3  0  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  Thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
|| :  And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ?  :|| 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blest     seats,    through    rude   and   stormy 
scenes 
||:  I  onward  press  to  you.  :|| 

5  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there, 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ,  below, 
|| :  Will  join  the  glorious  band.  :|| 

6  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home, 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
|| :  When  I  Thy  joys  shall  see.  :|| 

Unknown.     William*  and  Boden's  Collection,  1801 .     Ab. 

rr\A  cm.  5i. 

WWT  "0  Mother  dear,  Jerusalem." 

i  O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem, 
When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
|| :  Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ?  :|| 

2  O  happy  harbor  of  God's  saints, 

O  sweet  and  pleasant  soil  ; 
In  thee  no  sorrow  can  be  found, 
||:  Nor  grief,  nor  care,  nor  toil.  :|| 

3  Xo  dimming  cloud  o'ershadows  thee, 

Nor  gloom,  nor  darksome  night ; 


376  THE   NEW  JERUSALEM. 

But  every  soul  shines  as  the  sun, 
|| :  For  God  Himself  gives  light.  :|| 

4  Thy  walls  are  made  of  precious  stone, 

Thy  bulwarks  diamond-square, 
Thy  gates  are  all  of  orient  pearl : 
|| :0  God,  if  I  were  there  !  :|| 

5  Right  through  thy  streets   with  pleasing 

sound 
The  flood  of  life  doth  flow, 
And  on  the  banks,  on  either  side, 
|| :  The  trees  of  life  do  grow.  :|| 

6  Those    trees   each    month    yield   ripened 

fruit  ; 
For  evermore  they  spring, 
And  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 
|| :  To  thee  their  honors  bring.  :|| 

7  O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem, 

When  shall  I  come  to  thee  ? 
When  shall  my  sorrows  have  an  end  ? 
II:  Thy  joys  when  shall  I  see  ?  :|| 

Rev.  Francis  Baker  (         —         ),  1616.     Alt. 
Rev.  David  Dickson  (1583 — 1663),  1649.     Ab. 

COE  a  7-  61- 

Uvw  Worshipped  of  Angels. — Heb.  i.  6. 

i   Hark,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 
Sound  the  note  of  praise  above  ! 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices  ; 
Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love  ; 

|| :  vSee,  He  sits  on  yonder  throne  : 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone.  :|| 

2   King  of  glory,  reign  forever  ! 
Thine  an  everlasting  crown  ; 
Nothing  from  Thy  love  shall  sever 


CHRIST   IN   GLORY.  377 

Those   whom  Thou   hast  made  Thine 
own  ; 
|| :  Happy  objects  of  Thy  grace, 
Destined  to  behold  Thy  face.  :|| 

3  Saviour,  hasten  Thine  appearing  ; 

Bring,  O  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  : 
||:Then,  with  golden  harps,  we'll  sing, 
11  Glory,  glory  to  our  King  !M  :|| 

Rev.  Thomas  Kelly  (1769— 1855),  1804.     Ab. 
wUO  The  River  of  Life. — Rev.  xxii.  1. 

i  Shall  we  gather  at  the  river 

Where  bright  angel  feet  have  trod  ; 
With  its  crystal  tide  forever 
Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God  ? 

Chorus. 
Yes,  we'll  gather  at  the  river, 
The  beautiful,  the  beautiful  river  ; 
Gather  with  the  saints  at  the  river, 
That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God. 

2  On  the  margin  of  the  river, 

Washing  up  its  silver  spray, 
We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 
All  the  happy  golden  day. — Cho. 

3  On  the  bosom  of  the  river, 

Where  the  Saviour-King  we  own, 
We  shall  meet,  and  sorrow  never 

'Neath  the  glory  of  the  throne. — Cho. 

4  Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river, 

Lay  we  every  burden  down  ; 


378  THE   HEAVENLY    MANSIONS. 

Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver, 

And  provide  a  robe  and  crown. — Cho. 

5  At  the  smiling  of  the  river, 

Mirror  of  the  Saviour's  face, 
Saints  whom  death  will  never  sever, 
Lift  their  songs  of  saving  grace. — Cho. 

6  Soon  we'll  reach  the  silver  river, 

Soon  our  pilgrimage  will  cease  ; 
vSoon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver 
With  the  melody  of  peace. — Cho. 

Rev.  Robert  Lowry.     1864. 

507  isA.35.io. 

1  I've  reached  the  land  of  corn  and  wine, 
And  all  its  riches  freely  mine  ; 

Here  shines  undimmed  one  blissful  day, 
For  all  my  night  has  passed  away. 

Chorus. 

0  Beulah  land,  sweet  Beulahland, 
As  on  the  highest  mount  I  stand, 

1  look  away  across  the  sea, 
Where  mansions  are  prepared  for  me. 
And  view  the  shining  glory  shore, 
My  heaven,  my  home  forevermore. 

2  The  Saviour  comes  and  walks  with  me, 
And  sweet  communion  here  have  we  ; 
He  gently  leads  me  with  His  hand, 

For  this  is  heaven's  border-land. — Cho. 

3  A  sweet  perfume  upon  the  breeze 
Is  borne  from  ever  vernal  trees, 
And  flowers  that  never  fading  grow, 
Where  streams  of  life  forever  flow. — Cho. 


THE   COMING   OF  CHRIST.  379 

4  The  zephyrs  seem  to  float  to  me, 
Sweet  sounds  of  heaven's  melody, 
As  angels,  with  the  white-robed  throng, 
Join  in  the  sweet  redemption  song. — Cho. 

Rev.  Edgar  Page  Stites  (        —        ),         . 

nna  p  M- 

JwU  Waiting  for  Jesus. 

i  O  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh, 

When  will  the  moment  come, 

When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by, 

And  dwell  in  peace  at  home  ? 

Chorus. 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
We'll  wait  till  Jesus  comes, 
And  we'll  be  gathered  home. 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 

No  peaceful  sheltering  dome, 
This  world's  a  wilderness  of  woe, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. — Cho. 

3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  fled  for  rest ; 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam, 
And  lean  for  succor  on  His  breast, 
And  He'd  conduct  me  home. — Cho. 

4  I  sought  at  once  my  Saviour's  side. 

No  more  my  steps  shall  roam  : 
With  Him  I'll  brave  death's  chilling  tide 
And  reach  my  heavenly  home. — Cho. 

509 


.4.  D. 


Down  life's  dark  vale  we  wander, 

Till  Jesus  comes  ; 
We  watch  and  wait  and  wonder, 

Till  Jesus  comes. 


380  THE   COMING   OF   CHRIST. 

Chorus. 

All  joy  His  loved  ones  bringing, 

When  Jesus  conies  : 
All  Praise  thro'  heaven  ringing, 

When  Jesus  comes. 
All  beauty  bright  and  vernal, 

When  Jesus  comes ; 
All  glory,  grand,  eternal, 

When  Jesus  comes. 

2  O  let  my  lamp  be  burning 

When  Jesus  comes  ; 
For  Him  my  soul  be  yearning, 
When  Jesus  comes. — Cho. 

3  No  more  heart-pangs  nor  sadness, 

When  Jesus  comes  ; 
All  peace  and  joy  and  gladness, 
When  Jesus  comes. — Cho. 

4  All  doubts  and  fears  will  vanish, 

When  Jesus  comes  ; 
All  gloom  His  face  will  banish, 
When  Jesus  comes. — Cho. 

5  He'll  know  the  way  was  dreary, 

When  Jesus  comes  ; 
He'll  know  the  feet  grew  weary, 
When  Jesus  conies. — CHO. 

6  He'll  know  what  griefs  oppressed  me, 

When  Jesus  comes  ; 
(  )  how  His  arms  will  rest  me  ! 
When  Jesus  comes. — Cho. 

Philip  P.  Bliss  (1838-1876),  1872. 


AT   HOME.  381 

510  Psalm  lv.  6. 

i  O  think  of  the  home  over  there, 
By  the  side  of  the  river  of  light, 
Where  the  saints,  all  immortal  and  fair, 
Are  robed  in  their  garments  of  white. 

Refrain. 

|| :  Over  there,  over  there, 

O  think  of  the  home  over  there.  :|| 

2  O  think  of  the  friends  over  there, 

Who  before  us  the  journey  have  trod, 
Of  the  songs  that  they  breathe  on  the  air, 
In  their  home  of  the  palace  of  God. 

Refrain. 
|| :  Over  there,  over  there, 
O  think  of  the  friends  over  there.  :|| 

3  My  Saviour  is  now  over  there, 

There  my  kindred  and  friends  are  at  rest; 
Then  away  from  my  sorrow  and  care, 
Let  me  fly  to  the  land  of  the  blest. 

Refrain. 

:  Over  there,  over  there, 
My  Saviour  is  now  over  there.  :|| 

4  I'll  soon  be  at  home  over  there, 

For  the  end  of  my  journey  I  see  ; 
Many  dear  to  my  heart  over  there, 
Are  watching  and  waiting  for  me. 

Refrain. 

|| :  Over  there,  over  there. 

I'll  soon  be  at  home  over  there.  :|| 

Rev.  D.  W.  C.  Huntington  (         —         ), 


382  HEAVEN. 

HI  P.M. 

Oil  Across  the  River . 

i  There's  a  land  that  is  fairer  than  day, 
And  by  faith  we  can  see  it  afar  ; 
For  the  Father  waits  over  the  way, 
To  prepare  us  a  dwelling-place  there. 

Chorus. 
|| :  In  the  sweet  by-and-by, 
We  shall  meet  on  that  beautiful  shore.  :|| 

2  We  shall  sing  on  that  beautiful  shore 

The  melodious  songs  of  the  blest, 
And  our  spirits  shall  sorrow  no  more, 
Not  a  sigh  for  the  blessing  of  rest. 

3  To  our  bountiful  Father  above, 

We  will  offer  our  tribute  of  praise, 
For  the  glorious  gift  of  His  love, 

And  the  blessings  that  hallow  our  days. 

S.  Fillmore  Bennett  (         —         ), 

r-m  p.m. 

\JJL4  The  Fellowship  of  Heaven. 

i  How  pleasant  thus  to  dwell  below, 

In  fellowship  of  love  ; 
And  though  we  part,  'tis  bliss  to  know 

The  good  shall  meet  above. 
The  good  shall  meet  above, 
The  good  shall  meet  above, 

And  though  we  part,  'tis  bliss  to  know 
The  good  shall  meet  above. 

O  that  will  be  joyful,  joyful,  joyful, 
O  that  will  be  joyful, 

To  meet  to  part  to  more  ! 

To  meet  to  part  no  more, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore, 


HEAVEN.  383 

And  sing  the  everlasting  song 

With  those  who've  gone  before. 
Yes,  happy  thought  !  when  we  are  free 

From  earthly  grief  and  pain, 
In  heaven  we  shall  each  other  see, 

And  never  part  again. 
Then  let  us  each,  in  strength  divine, 

Still  walk  in  wisdom's  ways  ; 
That  we,  with  those  we  love,  may  join 

In  never-ending  praise. 


513 


S.  M. 
"  For  ever  with  the  Lord." 

For  ever  with  the  Lord  : 

Amen,  so  let  it  be  ; 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word, 

'Tis  immortality. 
Here  in  the  body  pent, 

Absent  from  Him  I  roam, 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 

A  day's  march  nearer  home. 
My  Father's  house  on  high, 

Home  of  my  soul,  how  near, 
At  times,  to  faith's  forseeing  eye, 

Thy  golden  gates  appear. 
Ah,  then  ray  spirit  faints 

To  reach  the  land  I  love, 
The  bright  inheritance  of  saints, 

Jerusalem  above. 
"  Forever  with  the  Lord," 

Father,  if  'tis  Thy  will, 
The  promise  of  that  faithful  word 

E'en  here  to  me  fulfil. 

Tames  Montgomery  11771  —  1854),    1835.     Ab. 


384  HEAVEN. 

Hyl  H.M. 

\J  1  ±  '  'Safe  Home. ' ' 

i  Safe  home,  safe  home  in  port ! 
Rent  cordage  shattered  deck, 
Torn  sails,  provisions  short, 

And  only  not  a  wreck  : 
But,  O  !  the  joy  upon  the  shore 
To  tell  our  voyage-perils  o'er  ! 

2  No  more  the  foe  can  harm  : 

No  more  of  leaguered  camp, 
And  cry  of  night-alarm, 

And  need  of  ready  lamp  : 
And  yet  how  nearly  had  he  failed, 
How  nearly  had  that  foe  prevailed  ! 

3  The  lamb  is  in  the  fold 

In  perfect  safety  penned  : 
The  lion  once  had  hold, 

And  thought  to  make  an  end  ; 
But  One  came  by  with  wounded  side, 
And  for  the  sheep  the  Shepherd  died. 

Joseph  of  the  Stadium  (808—883), 
Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1860),  1862.     Ab. 


C.  M.ol. 
1  S%veet  Fields.1' 


515 

i  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
||:( Infinite  day  excludes  the  night,  ;|| 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There,  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers : 
|| :  Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides  :|| 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  : 


HEAVEN.  385 

||:So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood,  :|| 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea, 
||:  And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink,  :|| 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  O  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
|| :  And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love  :|| 
With  unbecloudedeyes  ; 

6  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, 
||:  Not   Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold 
flood,  :|| 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674 — 174S),  1709. 

K1C  CM.  51 

010  The  Heavenly  Rest. 

i  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 

To  mourning  wanderers  given  ; 

There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 

A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast : 

'Tis  found  above,  in  Heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven  ; 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  Heaven. 

3  There,  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given  ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene  in  Heaven. 


386  HKAVKN. 

4  There,  fragrant  flowers,  immortal,  bloom, 
And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There,  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  : 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  Heaven. 

Rev.  William  Bingham  Tappan  (1794 — 1849),  1818.     Ab. 


517 


7.    D. 
The  Song  of  the  Sealed. — Rev.  vii.  9- 


1  What  are  these  in  bright  array, 

This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day, 

Hymning  one  triumphant  song  ? 
"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb,  once  slain, 

Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power  ; 
Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain, 

New  dominion  every  hour." 

2  These  through  fiery  trials  trod  ; 

These  from  great  afflictions  came  ; 
Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  His  almighty  Name  ; 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Viclor-palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

3  Hunger,  thirst,  disease,  unknown, 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them  the  Lamb  amidst  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead  ; 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs, 

IVrfeet  love  dispels  all  fear, 
And  forever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tear. 

James  Montgomery  (  t  771      i*S4  .  1^9,  1053 


518 


EARTH   AND    HEAVEN.  387 

7.  6.  D. 
4 '  Hora  novissima . ' ' 

i  The  world  is  very  evil, 

The  times  are  waxing  late  ; 
Be  sober  and  keep  vigil, 

The  Judge  is  at  the  gate  ; 
The  Judge  that  conies  in  mercy, 

The  Judge  that  comes  with  might, 
To  terminate  the  evil, 

To  diadem  the  right. 

2  Arise,  arise,  good  Christian, 

Let  right  to  wrong  succeed, 
Let  penitential  sorrow 

To  heavenly  gladness  lead  ; 
To  light  that  hath  no  evening, 

That  knows  no  moon  nor  sun, 
The  light  so  new  and  golden, 

The  light  that  is  but  one. 

3  O  Home  of  fadeless  splendor, 

Of  flowers  that  fear  no  thorn, 
Where  they  shall  dwell  as  children 

Who  here  as  exiles  mourn. 
'Midst  power  that  knows  no  limit, 

Where  wisdom  has  no  bound, 
The  beatific  vision 

Shall  glad  the  saints  around. 

Bernard  of  Cluny,  c.  1145. 
.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale  (1818— 1866),  1858.  Ab.  and  si.  alt. 


519 


7.  6.  D. 
uO  bona  Patria. 


For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country, 
Mine  eyes  their  vigils  keep  ; 

For  very  love,  beholding 

Thy  happy  name,  they  weep. 

The  mention  of  thy  glory 


388  EARTH    AND    HEAVEN. 

Is  unction  to  the  breast. 
And  medicine  in  sickness, 
And  love,  and  life,  and  rest. 

2  0  one,  O  only  mansion, 

O  paradise  of  joy, 
Where  tears  are  ever  banished, 

And  smiles  have  no  alloy  ; 
The  Lamb  is  all  thy  splendor, 

The  Crucified  the  praise  ; 
His  laud  and  benediction 

Thy  ransomed  people  raise. 

3  With  jasper  glow  thy  bulwarks, 

Thy  streets  with  emerald  blaze  ; 
The  sardius  and  the  topaz 

Unite  in  thee  their  rays  ; 
Thine  ageless  walls  are  bonded 

With  amethyst  unpriced  ; 
The  saints  built  up  its  fabric, 

And  the  Corner-stone  is  Christ. 

4  Thou  hast  no  shore,  fair  ocean  ; 

Thou  hast  no  time,  bright  day  ; 
Dear  fountain  of  refreshment 

To  pilgrims  far  away. 
Upon  the  Rock  of  Ages 

They  raise  thy  holy  tower  ; 
Thine  is  the  victor's  laurel, 

And  thine  the  golden  dower. 

Bernard  ofCluny,  c.  1145. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Ncale,  1851.     Alt. 


520 


7.  6.  D. 
'  ( '/  bs  Syon  aurea* 


Jerusalem,  the  golden, 

Willi  milk  and  honey  blest 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 


521 


EARTH   AND    HEAVEN.  389 

Sink  heart  and  voice  opprest : 
I  know  not,  O  I  know  not, 

What  social  joys  are  there  ; 
What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  light  beyond  compare. 
They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

All  jubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  martyr  throng  : 
The  Prince  is  ever  in  them, 

The  daylight  is  serene  ; 
The  pastures  of  the  blessed. 

Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen. 
There  is  the  throne  of  David  ; 

And  there,  from  care  released, 
The  shout  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  song  of  them  that  feast  ; 
And  they  who,  with  their  Leader, 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Forever,  and  forever, 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 

Bernard  of  Cluny,  c.  1145. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale,  1851.     Alt. 

7.  6    D. 
"///V  breve  vivitux? ' 

i  Brief  life  is  here  our  portion  ; 

Brief  sorrow,  short-lived  care  ; 
The  life  that  knows  no  ending, 

The  tearless  life,  is  there. 
O  happy  retribution  : 

Short  toil,  eternal  rest ; 
For  mortals  and  for  sinners 

A  mansion  with  the  blest. 
2  And  now  we  fight  the  battle, 

But  then  shall  wear  the  crown 


390  EARTH   AND   HEAVEN. 

Of  full  and  everlasting 

And  passionless  renown. 
But  He  whom  now  we  trust  in 

Shall  then  be  seen  and  known  ; 
And  they  that  know  and  see  Him 

Shall  have  Him  for  their  own. 

3  The  morning  shall  awaken, 

The  shadows  shall  decay, 
And  each  true-hearted  servant 

Shall  shine  as  doth  the  day. 
There  God  our  King  and  Portion, 

In  fulness  of  His  grace, 
Shall  we  behold  forever, 

And  worship  face  to  face. 

Bernard  of  Cluny,  c.  1145. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale,  1851.     Ait. 

7.  6.  D. 
General  Ending  of  the  four  preceding  Hymns. 

O  SWEET  and  blessed  country, 

The  home  of  God's  elecl, 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country 

That  eager  hearts  expect : 
Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 

To  that  dear  land  of  rest ; 
Who  art  with  God  the  Father, 

And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 

Bernard  of  Cluny,  c.  1145. 
Tr.  by  Rev.  John  Mason  Neale,  1S51. 


522 


523 


6   D. 
The  Rest  that  rcmaincth. 

There  is  a  blessed  home 
Beyond  this  land  of  woe, 

Where  trials  never  come, 
Nor  tears  of  sorrow  flow  ; 

Where  faith  is  lost  in  sight, 
And  patient  hope  is  crowned, 


BEYOND   THE  STARS.  39I 

And  everlasting  light 
Its  glory  throws  around. 

2  There  is  a  land  of  peace, 

Good  angels  know  it  well ; 
Glad  songs  that  never  cease 

Within  its  portals  swell  ; 
Around  its  glorious  throne 

Ten  thousand  saints  adore 
Christ,  with  the  Father  One 

And  Spirit,  evermore. 

3  O  joy  all  joys  beyond, 

To  see  the  Lamb  who  died, 
And  count  each  sacred  wound 

In  hands,  and  feet,  and  side  ; 
To  give  to  Him  the  praise 

Of  every  triumph  won, 
And  sing,  through  endless  days, 

The  great  things  He  hath  done. 

4  Look  up,  ye  saints  of  God, 

Nor  fear  to  tread  below 
The  path  your  Saviour  trod 

Of  daily  toil  and  woe  ; 
Wait  but  a  little  while 

In  uncomplaining  love, 
His  own  most  gracious  smile 

Shall  welcome  you  above. 

Rev.  Sir  Henry  Williams  Baker  (1821—1877),  1861. 


524 


P.  M. 
Paradise. 


O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 

Who  doth  not  crave  for  rest  ? 
Who   would  not  seek  the  happy  land 

Where  thev  that  loved  are  blest? 


392  BEYOND   THE   STARS. 

Chorus. 
Where  loyal  hearts  and  true 

Stand  ever  in  the  light, 
All  rapture  through  and  through, 

In  God's  most  holy  sight  ? 

2  O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 

The  world  is  growing  old  ; 
Who  would  not  be  at  rest  and  free 
Where  love  is  never  cold  ? — Cho. 

3  O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 

'Tis  weary  waiting  here  ; 
I  long  to  be  where  Jesus  is, 
To  feel,  to  see  Him  near  ;  — Cho. 

4  O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 

I  want  to  sin  no  more, 
I  want  to  be  as  pure  on  earth 

As  or  Thy  spotless  shore  ;  — Cho. 

5  O  Paradise  !  O  Paradise  ! 

I  greatly  long  to  see 
Thy  special  place  my  dearest  Lord 
In  love  prepares  for  me  ; — Cho. 

6  Lord  Jesus,  King  of  Paradise, 

O  keep  me  in  Thy  love, 
And  guide  me  to  that  happy  land 
Of  perfecl  rest  above  : — Cno„ 

Rev.  Frederick  William  Faber  (1884— 1863),  1854.     Ab.  and  alt. 

ror  ■  d. 

(J 4k  w  " Sa  1  fits  of  the  most  High . ' ' 

i   From  all  Thy  saints  in  warfare, 
For  all  Thy  saints  at  rest, 
To  Thee,  O  blessed  Jesus, 

All  praises  be  addressed  : 
Thou,  Lord,  didst  win  the  battle 
That  they  might  conquerors  be  ; 


BEYOND   THE   STARS.  393 

Their  crowns  of  living  glory 
Are  lit  with  rays  from  Thee. 

2  Apostles,  prophets,  martyrs, 

And  all  the  sacred  throng, 
Who  wear  the  spotless  raiment, 

Who  raise  the  ceaseless  song  ; 
For  these  passed  on  before  us, 

Saviour,  we  Thee  adore, 
And  walking  in  their  footsteps, 

Would  serve  Thee  more  and  more. 

3  Then  praise  we  God  the  Father, 

And  praise  we  God  the  Son, 
\nd  God  the  Holy  Spirit, 

Eternal  Three  in  One  ; 
Till  all  the  ransomed  number 

Fall  down  before  the  throne, 
And  honor,  power,  and  glory 

Ascribe  to  God  alone. 

Earl  Horatios  Nelson  (1823 —         ),  1857.      Ab, 

K9C  LM- 

WteJw  For  New  Year's  Day. — Ps.  Ixv.  n. 

i  Eternal  Source  of  every  joy, 
Well  may  Thy  praise  our  lips  employ, 
While  in  Thy  temple  we  appear, 
Whose  goodness  crowns  the  circling  year. 

2  Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll, 

Thy  hand  supports  and  guides  the  whole  ; 
The  sun  is  taught  by  Thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  veil  the  skies. 

3  The  flowery  spring,  at  Thy  command, 
Perfumes  the  air  and  paints  the  land  ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 
To  raise  the  corn  and  cheer  the  vine. 


394  THE   NEW   YEAR. 

4  Thy  hand  in  autumn  richly  pours 
Through  all  our  coasts  redundant  stores  ; 
And  winters,  softened  by  Thy  care, 

No  more  a  face  of  horror  wear. 

5  Seasons,  and  months,  and  weeks,  and  days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 
And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 

6  Here  in  Thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  Sabbaths  bless  our  eyes  ; 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge  (1702 — 1751),  1755.     Ab.  and  alt. 

roP7  L.  M. 

(J4i  i  Help  obtained  of  God. — Acts  xxvi.  22. 

i  Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand  : 
The  opening  year  Thy  mercy  shows  ; 
Let  mercy  crow7n  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
vStill  we  are  guided  by  our  God  ; 
By  His  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  His  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own  ; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  Thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  Thy  feet. 

.;    In  scenes  exalted  or  deprest, 

Be  Thou  onr  joy,  and  Thou  our  rest  ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 

Rev.  Philip  Doddridge,  1755.   Ab.  and  alt. 


523 


THE   NEW   YEAR.  395 

6.  6.4.  6.  6.  6.4. 
Thanksgiving  for  Ha  nest. 

i  The  God  of  harvest  praise, 
In  loud  thanksgivings  raise 

Hand,  heart,  and  voice  ; 
The  valleys  laugh  and  sing, 
Forests  and  mountains  ring, 
The  plains  their  tribute  bring, 

The  streams  rejoice. 

2  Yea,  bless  His  holy  Name, 
And  joyous  thanks  proclaim 

Through  all  the  earth  ; 
To  glory  in  your  lot 
Is  comely  ;  but  be  not 
God's  benefits  forgot 

Amidst  your  mirth. 

3  The  God  of  Harvest  praise  ; 
Hands,  hearts,  and  voices  raise 

With  one  accord  ; 
From  field  to  garner  throng, 
Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
And  in  your  harvest  song 

Bless  ye  the  Lord. 

James  Montgomery  (1771— 1854),  1853.      Ab    and  alt. 


529 


7.  D. 
The  yew  Year. 


While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Nevermore  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  below  ; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 


396  THE   NEW   YEAR. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind  : 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  : 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise, 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive  ; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view  : 
Bless  Thy  word  to  young  and  old  ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  Thee  above. 

Rev.  John  Newton  (1725 — 1807),  1774. 
OOw  For  New  Year's  Fve. 

i  For  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  grace, 

Faithful  through  another  year, 
Hear  our  songs  of  thankfulness, 

Father  and  Redeemer  hear. 
In  our  weakness  and  distress, 

Rock  of  strength,  be  Thou  our  stay, 
In  the  pathless  wilderness 

Be  our  true  and  living  Way. 

2  Who  of  us  death's  awful  road 

In  the  coming  year  shall  tread  ? 

With  Thy  rod  and  staff,  O  God, 
Comfort  Thou  his  dying  bed. 

Keep  us  faithful,  keep  us  pure, 
Keep  us  evermore  Thine  own  ; 


531 


THE    NEW   YEAR.  397 

Help  Thy  servants  to  endure, 
Fit  us  for  the  promised  crown. 

Rev.  Henry  Downton  (1818 —     ),  1839.     Ab. 

5.5.5.  12.  D. 
New  Year  s  Day. 

i  Come,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  w7ith  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear. 
His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 
And  our  talents  improve 
|| :  By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of 
love.:|| 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream, 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away, 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 

The  arrow  is  flown, 

The  moment  is  gone, 

The  millennial  year 
|| :  Rushes   on   to   our  view,   and   eternity's 
here.  :|| 

3  O  that  each  in  the  day 

Of  His  coming  might  say, 
"  I  have  fought  my  way  through, 
I  have  finished  the  work  Thou  didst  give 
me  to  do." 
O  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done, 
|| :  Enter  into  My  joy,  and  sit  down  on    My 
throne""  :|| 

Rev   Charlies  Wesley  (1708 — 178$ 


398  UFE   AND   DEATH. 

roo  p  M 

tjjy  " Life  passcth  soon." 

i  Days  and  moments  quickly  flying 

Speed  us  onward  to  the  dead  ; 
O  how  soon  shall  we  be  lying 

Each  within  his  narrow  bed  ! 
Jesus,  merciful  Redeemer, 

Rouse  dead  souls  to  hear  Thy  voice  ; 
Wake,  O  wake  each  idle  dreamer 

Now  to  make  th'  eternal  choice. 

Refrain. 
Life  passeth  soon  :  death  draweth  near  : 
Keep  us,  good  Lord,  till  Thou  appear : 
With  Thee  to  live,  with  Thee  to  die, 
With  Thee  to  reign  through  eternity. 

2  As  a  shadow  life  is  fleeting  ; 

As  a  vapor  so  it  flies  ; 
For  the  old  year  now  retreating 

Pardon  grant  and  make  us  wise  : 
Soon  before  the  Judge  all-glorious 

We  with  all  the  dead  shall  stand  ; 
Saviour  over  death  victorious, 

Place  us  then  on  Thy  right  hand. — Ref. 

Rev.  Edward  Caswall  (1814—1878),  1849.     Ab. 
OjJ  Thanksgiving — Ps.  lxv. 

i  Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days  ! 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy, 
Let  Thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 

2  For  the  blessings  of  the  field, 
For  the  stores  the  gardens  yield  ; 
For  the  fruits  in  full  supply, 
Ripened  'neath  the  summer  sky  ; 


occasional.  399 

3  Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain  ; 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain  ; 
Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews  ; 
Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diffuse  ; 

4  All  that  spring  with  bounteous  hand 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land  ; 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  overflowing  stores  : 

5  These  to  Thee,  my  God,  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ; 
And  for  these  my  soul  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

Mrs.  Anna  Laetitia  Barbauld  (1743 — 1825),  1772.     Ab.  and  alt. 

ro/1  C.  M.  D. 

y^Tf  The  revolving  Seasons..  —  P«.  cxlv  i. 

i  With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

Address  the  Lord  on  high  : 
Over  the  heavens  He  spreads  His  cloud, 

And  waters  veil  the  sky. 
He  sends  His  showers  of  blessings  down, 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 

And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

2  His  steady  counsels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  ; 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 

And  wintry  days  appear. 
His  hoary  frost,  His  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow. 

In  icy  fetters  bound. 

3  He  sends  His  word  and  melts  the  snow. 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 


400  OCCASIONAL. 

lie  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 

And  bids  the  spring  return. 
The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  His  mighty  word  : 
With  songs  and  honors,  sounding  loud, 

Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts  (1674— 1748),  1719.     Ab. 

ror  C.  M.D. 

Www  '"  The  Voice  of  Praise." — Ps.lxvi. 

i  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

Whose  breath  our  souls  inspired  ; 
Loud,  and  more  loud,  the  anthem  raise, 

With  grateful  ardor  fired. 
Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

Whose  goodness,  passing  thought. 
Loads  every  moment,  as  it  flies, 

With  benefits  unsought. 

2  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 
From  whom  salvation  flows  ; 
Who  sent  His  Son  our  souls  to  save 

From  everlasting  woes. 
Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

For  hope's  transporting  ray, 
Which  lights,  through  darkest  shades  of 
death, 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

Rev.  Ralph  Wardlaw  (1779— 1853),  lSo3-     At>- 
WwO  Harvest  Hymn. 

i   COME,  ye  thankful  people,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest-home  : 
All  is  safely  gathered  in, 
Ere  the  winter  storms  begin  ; 

God,  our  maker,  doth   provide 

For  our  wants  to  be  supplied  : 


OCCASIONAL.  40I 

Come  to  God's  own  temple,  come, 
Raise  the  song  of  Harvest  home. 

2  All  the  world  is  God's  own  field, 
Fruit  unto  His  praise  to  yield ; 
Wheat  and  tares  together  sown, 
Unto  joy  or  sorrow  grown  ; 
First  the  blade,  and  then  the  ear, 
Then  the  full  corn  shall  appear  : 
Lord  of  Harvest,  grant  that  we 
Wholesome  grain  and  pure  may  be. 

3  For  the  Lord  our  God  shall  come, 
And  shall  take  His  harvest  home  ; 
From  His  field  shall  in  that  day 
All  offences  purge  away  ; 

Give  His  angels  charge  at  last 
In  the  fire  the  tares  to  cast ; 
But  the  fruitful  ears  to  store 
In  His  garner  evermore. 

4  Even  so,  Lord,  quickly  come 
To  Thy  final  Harvest-home  ; 
Gather  Thou  Thy  people  in, 
Free  from  sorrow,  free  from  sin  ; 
There,  forever  purified, 

In  Thy  presence  to  abide  : 

Come,  with  all  Thine  angels,  come, 

Raise  the  glorious  Harvest-home. 

Rev.  Henry  Alford  (1810 — 1871),  1844. 
Owl  Thanksgiving  or  Fast. 

i   Christ,  by  heavenly  hosts  adored, 
Gracious,  mighty,  sovereign  Lord. 
God  of  nations,  King  of  kings, 
Head  of  all  created  things, 
By  the  Church  with  joy  confest, 


402  OCCASIONAL. 

God  o'er  all  forever  blest ; 
Pleading  at  Thy  throne  we  stand, 
Save  Thy  people,  bless  our  land. 

2  On  our  fields  of  grass  and  grain 
Drop,  O  Lord,  the  kindly  rain  ; 
O'er  our  wide  and  goodly  land 
Crown  the  labors  of  each  hand 
Let  Thy  kind  protection  be 
O'er  our  commerce  on  the  sea  ; 
Open  Lord,  Thy  bounteous  hand, 
Bless  Thy  people,  bless  our  land. 

3  Let  our  rulers  ever  be 

Men  that  love  and  honor  Thee  ; 
Let  the  powers  by  Thee  ordained 
Be  in  righteousness  maintained  ; 
In  the  people's  hearts  increase 
Love  of  piety  and  peace  ; 
Thus,  united  we  shall  stand 
One  wide,  free,  and  happy  land. 

Rev.  Henry  Harbaugh  (1818—186*7),  i860.     Ab.  and  alt. 

6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.4. 
*'My  Country.'1 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing  ; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
l,andof  the  pilgrim's  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring. 

My  native  country,  thee, 
Land  of  the  noble,  free, 

Thy  name  1  love  ; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills  ; 


533 


539 


OCCASIONAL.  403 

My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 
Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song  : 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake, 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake, 
Let  rocks  the  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 
Our  fathers'  God,  to  Thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  Thee  we  sing  ; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light ; 
Protect  us  by  Thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King. 

Rev.  Samuel  Francis  Smith  (180S —        ),  1832. 

6.  6.  4.  6.  6.  6.  4. 
" God  save  the  State.11 

God  bless  our  native  land  : 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand, 

Through  storm  and  night ; 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  wind  and  wave, 
Do  Thou  our  country  save 

By  Thy  great  might. 
For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God,  above  the  skies  ; 

On  Him  we  wait ; 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  Thee  aloud  we  cry, 

God  save  the  State. 

Rev.  Charles  Timothy  Brooks,  (1813 — i35j),  1835. 
Alt.  by  Rev.  John  Sullivan  Dwight,  (1813—        ), 


404 


DOXOLOGIES. 


1  C.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  we  adore, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  evermore. 

"°ate  and  Brady,  1696. 

2  S.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  One  and  Three, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  forever  be. 

Rev.  John  Wesley  (1703 — 1791),  1741. 

3  L.  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 
Praise  Him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

Bp,  Thomas  Ken  (1637 — 1711),  1697. 

4  L.M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  Heaven. 

Rev.  [saa<   Watts  (1674 — 1748),  1709 

5  L.  M.  Gl. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  Heaven  ; 
As  was  through  ages  heretofore, 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1709.      First  4  lines. 


DOXOI.OGIKS.  4°5 

6  C.  P.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

The  God  whom  Heaven's  triumphant  host 

And  saints  on  earth  adore ; 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last, 

When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

Tate  and  Brady,  1696.     Alt. 

7  L.  P.  M. 

Now  to  the  great  and  sacred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 

Eternal  praise  and  glory  given, 
Through    all    the    worlds    where    God    is 

known, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 
And  all  the  saints  in  earth  and  Heaven. 

Rev.  Isaac  Watts,  1719. 
0  H.  M. 

O  God,  for  ever  blest, 

To  Thee  all  praise  be  given ; 
Thy  Name  Triune  confest 

By  all  in  earth  and  Heaven  ; 
As  heretofore  it  wTas,  is  now, 

And  shall  be  so  for  evermore. 

Rev.  Edward  Hei.ry  Lickcrsteth  (1825 —         ),  187c 

9  8,7. 

Praise  the  Father,  earth  and  Heaven, 
Praise  the  Son,  the  Spirit  praise, 

As  it  was,  and  is,  be  given 
Glory  through  eternal  days. 

Unknown  Auth.  r,  1827. 


4o6  DOXOLOGIES. 

10  8,  7.  D. 

Worship,  honor,  glory,  blessing, 

Lord,  we  offer  to  Thy  Name  : 
Young  and  old  their  praise  expressing, 

Join  Thy  goodness  to  proclaim. 
As  the  saints  in  Heaven  adore  Thee, 

We  would  bow  before  Thy  throne ; 
As  the  angels  serve  before  Thee, 

So  on  earth  Thy  will  be  done  ! 

Edward  Osier  (1798— 1863),  1836. 

11  8,7.4. 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father, 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit, 

Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One  : 
Glory,  glory, 

While  eternal  ages  run. 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar  (1808—         ),  1866. 

12  7,  6.  D. 

Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God  whom  we  adore, 
Join  we  with  the  heavenly  host, 

To  praise  Thee  evermore : 
Live,  by  Heaven  and  earth  adored, 

Three  in  One,  and  One  in  Three, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

All  glorv  be  to  Thee. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley  (1708—1788),  1746.    Alt. 

13 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  His  love: 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Rev    Charles  Wesley,  I74c 


14 


DOXOI.OGIES.  4^7 


7.  61. 

Praise  the  Name,  of  God  most  higb. 
Praise  Him,  all  below  the  sky, 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost; 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  His  praise  shall  last. 

Unknown  Author,  1827 

15 

God  the  Father,  God  of  grace, 
Saviour,  born  of  mortal  race, 
Comforter,  our  Life  and  Light, 
One  in  essence,  love  and  might ; 
Thee  whom  all  in  Heaven  adore, 
We  would  worship  evermore. 

Rev    Ray  Palmer  (1808 —         ),  1873. 

16  7.  D. 

Praise  our  glorious  King  and  Lord, 
Angels  waiting  on  His  word, 
Saints  that  walk  with  Him  in  white, 
Pilgrims  walking  in  His  light : 
Glory  to  the  Eternal  One, 
Glory  to  His  Only  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  be 
Now,  and  through  eternity. 

Rev.  Alexander  Ramsay  Thompson  (1822 —        ),  1869.- 

17  6,4. 

To  the  great  One  in  Three 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore  ; 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore.  rcv.  Charles  Wesley,  1757. 


4o8  DOXOLOGIES. 

13  6,4. 

To  God  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 

All  praise  be  given : 
Crown  Him  in  every  song  ; 
To  Him  your  hearts  belong 
Let  all  His  praise  prolong 

On  earth,  in  Heaven. 

Rev.  Edwin  Francis  Hatfield  (1807 — 1883),  1843. 

19 

All  praise  and  glory  to  the  Father  be 
And  Son  and  Spirit,  undivided  Three, 
As  hath  been  alway,  shall  be,  and  is  now, 
To  Thee,  O  God,  the  everlasting  Thou. 

I3p.  Edward  Henry  Bickersteth  (1825 —        ),  1870. 

20  10,11. 

All  glory  to  God,  the  Father  and  Son, 
And  Spirit  of  grace,  the  great  Three  in 

One; 
Let  highest  ascriptions  forever  be  given 
By    all    the    creation    on    earth    and    in 

Heaven. 

Rippon's  Collection,  1778. 

21 

O  Father  Almighty,  to  Thee  be  addrest, 
Witli    Christ    and    the    Spirit,   One  God 
ever  blest, 

All  glory   and  worship,   from  earth  and 

from  Heaven, 
As  was,   and  is  now,   and  shall  ever  be 

given. 

Unknown  Author. 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have "^ 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll 40. 

A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page .'    .    .'    160 

A  little  child  the  Saviour  came -96 

A  mighty  Fortress  is  our  God ■    -   304 

Abide  with  me,  fast  falls  the  eventide  .    .    .    .    °38 

According  to  Thy  gracious  word 426 

Again  returns  the  day  of  holy  rest 41 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed n6 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 1-4 

All  my  heart  this  night  rejoices o7 

All  people  that  on  earth  do  dwell 04 

All  praise  to  Thee,  my  God,  this  night  ....      30 

Almost   persuaded  now  to  believe i95 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 29o 

Angel  voices,  ever  singing [    \      ^i 

Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory  .......      94 

Arise,  my  soul,   arise .'    .'   21- 
Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise '.'.44s 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake  .    .        .    .  4S9 

Arm  these  Thy  soldiers,   mighty  Lord  .  29? 

Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid jS6 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams  .    .    .        148 

As  with  gladness  men  of  old 06 

Ask  ye  what  great  thing  I  know.    ......   254 

Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep 4,95 

Assembled  at  Thy  great  command  .    .        .    .    '    450 

At  even  ere  the  sun  was  set ^9 

At  the  Lamb's  high  feast  we  sing  .    ......    419 

At  Thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord 402 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song 2~^ 

409 


4IO  INDEX   OF   FIRST   UNES. 

HYMN 

Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength 468 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 29 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 235 

Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve 300 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  .......  63 

Behold,  a  Stranger  at  the  door 172 

Behold  the  Lamb 4^5 

Behold,  the  Mountain  of  the  Lord 479 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 118 

Behold,  the  shade  of  night  is  now 394 

Behold  the  throne  of  grace 18 

Behold,  what  wondrous  grace 41 1 

Behold,  where,  in  a  mortal  form 101 

Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God 7° 

Blessed  are  the  Sons  of  God  .^ 271 

Blessed  assurance,  Jesus  is  mine 32^ 

Blessed  Saviour,  Thee  I  love 239 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 434 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow l64 

Bread  of  Heaven,  on  Thee  I  feed 4*4 

Bread  of  the  world,  in  mercy  broken 423 

Breast  the  wave,  Christian 277 

Brief  life  is  here  our  portion 521 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 92 

Brightly  gleams  our  banner 285 

Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory 100 

BycoolSiloam's  shady  rill 4°° 

C.\r,M  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm  ....  333 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King *8l 

Christ,  by  heavenly  hosts  adored 537 

Christ  for  the  world  we  sing 4^9 

Christ  is  made  the  sure  Foundation 44° 

Christ  is  our  Corner-stone W2 

Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  ground 238 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is  risen  to-day I22 

Christ  to  Heaven   has   -one  before 128 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies 5° 


INDEX   OF  FIRST  UNES.  4II 

IIYMX 

Christian,  dost  thou  see  them 288 

Christian,  seek  not  vet  repose 297 

Come,  all  ye  faithful 88 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell  .    ...  16 

Come,  every  pious  heart 112 

Come,  every  soul  by  sin  oppressed 176 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  love 156 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire  .    .    ...  144 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,    come 153 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove 146 

Come,  let  us  anew .  531 

Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs 140 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 23 

Come,  O  Creator,  Spirit  blest 145 

Come,  O  Thou  Traveller  unknown 241 

Come,  said  Jesus' sacred  voice 187 

Come,  Thou  Almighty  King 13 

Come,  Thou  Fount  of  every  blessing 231 

Come,  Thou  long-expected  Jesus 99 

Come    to  Jesus 191 

Come  to  the  Saviour  now 181 

Come  unto  me  when  shadows  darkly 170 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord 21 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye 169 

Come,  ye  faithful,  raise  the  anthem 138 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched 185 

Come,  ye  thankful  people,  come 536 

Commit  thou  all  thy  griefs 357 


DAUGHTER  of  Zion,  awake  from  thy 477 

Days  and  moments  quickly  flying 532 

Dear  Saviour,  if  these  lambs  should 397 

Deep  are  the  wounds  which  sin  has  made  .    .    .  189 

Delay  not,  delay  not;  O  sinner,  draw 178 

Depth  of  mercy,  can  there  be 205 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 200 

Down  life's  dark  vale  we  wander 509 

Draw  near,  O  Holy  Dove,  draw  near 428 


412  INDEX   OF   FIRST   UNES. 

HYMN 

ERE  the  waning  light  decay 393 

Eternal  Source  of  every,  joy 526 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess  , 147 

Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam      48 

Faint  not,  Christian,  though  the  road 282 

Fairest,  Lord  Jesus  •    •    - 249 

Far  out  on  the  desolate  billow 327 

Father,  by  Thy  love  and  power  .    .......  41 

Father,  I  know  that  all  my  life 337 

Father  of  Love,  our  Guide  and  Friend  ....  349 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 331 

Fear  not,  O  little  flock,  the  foe 3*8 

Fight  the  good  fight  with  all  thy  might  ...  289 

"^ling  out  the  banner  !  let  it  float 45 l 

..or  all  Thy  Saints,  O  Lord 437 

For  thee,  O  dear,  dear  country 5*9 

Forever   with  the  Lord 5J3 

For  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  grace 53° 

Forward  be  our  watchword 286 

From  all.  that  dwell  below  the  skies 65 

From  all  Thy  saints  in  warfare 525 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 454 

From  the  cross  uplifted  high I05 

GENTLY,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 264 

Give  methe  wings  of  faith,  to  rise 4^9 

Give  thanks  to  God;  He  reigns  above  .   ....  73 

Give  to  our  God  immortal  praise 72 

Give  to  the  winds  thy    fears 356 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 44° 

Glory  to  God  on  high [33 

Go  Forward  Christian  Soldier 301 

Labor  on,  spend  and  be  spent 37^ 

Go,  ye  messengers  of  God 473 

God  be  with  yon  till  we  meet  again 28 

God  Bless  our  native  land 539 

God  calling  yet;  shall  I  not  hear 2<~>3 


INDEX   OF   FIRST  UNES.  413 

HYMN 

God  eternal,  Lord  of  all 78 

God  in  His  earthly  temple  lays 53 

God  in  the  gospel  of  His  Son 158 

God  is  love  !    His  mercy  brightens  .......  6 

God  is  the  Refuge  of  His  saints 328 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 334 

God,  that  madest  earth  and  heaven 392 

Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound 233 

Gracious  Spirit,  Dove  divine 150 

Gracious  Spirit,  Holy  Ghost 149 

Granted  is  the  Saviour's  prayer 152 

Great  God,  how  infinite  art  Thou 79 

Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 470 

Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 527 

Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah 265 

Hail,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus 246 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  Him  rise 127 

Hail,  thou  God  of  grace  and  glory 439 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad 475 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed 455 

Hallelujah,  raise,   O  raise 74 

Happy  the  man  who  knows 375 

Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined 431 

Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 365 

Hark,  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices 505 

Hark,  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour 84 

Hark,  the  herald  angels  sing 86 

Hark,  the  song  of  jubilee 475 

Hark,  the  voice  of  Jesus  calling 382 

Hark !    what  mean  those  holy  voices 98 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time 474 

Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise 188 

Have  you  any  room  for  Jesus  . 183 

He  has  come,  the  Christ  of  God 87 

He  lives,  the  everlasting  God 330 

Hear  my  prayer,  O  heavenly   Father 36 

High  in  the    Heavens,  eternal  God 

Ho  !  my  comrades,  see  the  signal 306 


4I4  INDEX   OF  FIRST  LINES. 

HI  M  N 

Holy  Bible,  book  divine l6> 

Holv  Ghost,  the  Infinite      MS 

Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine 151 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord,   Be  Thy 77 

Holy,  holv,  holy,  Lord  God  Almighty  ....  1 

Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord  God  of  Hosts 9 

How  beanteons  011  the  mountains  . 45$ 

How  beanteons  were  the  marks  divine  ....  105 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  ....  496 

How  charming  is  the  place 56 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 61 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  .    .    .    .  351 

How  gentle  God's  commands  _ 354 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 52 

How  pleasant  thus  to  dwell  below 512 

How  pleased  and  blest  was  I 51 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine 161 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 425 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly,  is  the  sight  .    .    .    .  432 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 244 

How  sweet  the  scene,  how  blest  the  hour  .    .    .421 

I  am  coming  to  the  cross 210 

I  bless  the  Christ  of  God 200 

I  bring  my  sins  to  Thee 219 

I  have  a  Saviour,  He's  pleading «o 

I  hear  the  Saviour  say 257 

I  hear  Thy  welcome  voice 22j 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 21b 

I  know  that  111  v  Redeemer  lives,  And 123 

[knowthatmy  Redeemer  lives,  What.    .    .    •  125 

I  left  it  all  with  Jesus  long  ago 321 

I  lift  my  heart  to  thee 4«7 

I  love  Thy  kingdom,  Lord 43° 

I  love  to  steal  a  while  away 3b* 

I  love  to  tell  the  story 230 

I'm  a  pilgrim  and  I'm  a  stranger &*> 

Vm  but  a  stranger  here ^3 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  I*ord 3*3 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  UXES.  415 

HYMN 

I  need  Thee  every  hour 325 

I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus 363 

I  say  to  all  men,  far  and  near 121 

I've  found  a  Friend,  O  such  a  Friend 196 

I've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price 221 

I've  reached  the  land  of  corn  and  wine  .    .    .    .  507 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep      222 

I  will  love  Thee,  all  my  treasure 232 

I  worship  Thee,  sweet  Will  of  God 332 

I  would  not  live  alway 490 

If  human  kindness  meets  return 424 

If  through  unruffled  seas  . 355 

In  some  way  or  other  the  Lord 324 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 314 

In  Thy  name,  0  Lord  assembling 10 

Jehovah,  God,  Thy  gracious  power 82 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 503 

Jerusalem,  the  golden .    .  520 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 309 

Jesus  calls  us;  o'er  the  tumult 316 

Jesus  came,  the  Heavens  adoring 95 

Jesus,  full  of  truth  and  love 206 

Jesus,  Hive  to  Thee 24S 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 317 

Jesus  is  tenderly  calling  thee  home 193 

Jesus  lives  !    no  longer  now 136 

Je.^us,  Lord  of  life  eternal 139 

Jesus,  lover  of  1113-  soul -20 

Jesus,  Master,  whom  I  serve 385 

Jesus,  Master,  whose  I  am 384 

Jesus,  my  Lord,  to  Thee  I  crv 209 

Jesus,  name  all  names  above 208 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 449 

Jesus,  stillleadon 261 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  Thee 242 

Jesus,  Thou  Joy  of  loving  hearts 420 

Jesus,  Thy  blood  and  righteousness  .    ...        .212 

Jesus,  Thy  Name  I  love 2s  1 


41 6  INDEX   OF  FIRST  UNES. 

HYMN 

Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet 14 

Jesus,  who  can  be 262 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  .        ....  89 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 11 1 

Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ....      71 

Laden  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears 162 

Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love 412 

Lead,  kindly  Light,  amid  the  encircling  ....  272 

Let  everlasting  glories  crown 159 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 207 

Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing .430 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice 478 

Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise 535 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  gates  of  brass 480 

Light  of  light,  enlighten  me 4 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 143 

Lo,  God  is  here;  let  us  adore 17 

Lo,  He  comes,  with  clouds  descending  .    .    .    .501 

Lo,  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 228 

Long  hath  the  night  of  sorrow  reigned  ....  347 

Look  from  Thy  sphere  of  endless  day 461 

Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious 131 

Lord,  as  to  Thy  dear  cross  we  dee 312 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  Thy  blessing 11 

Lord  God  of  morning  and  of  night 391 

Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost 154 

It ord,  I  am  Thine,  entirely  Thine 410 

Lord,  in  the  strength  of  grace 404 

Lord  Jesus,  by  Thy  passion 364 

Lord  Jesus,   I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole.    .    .  227 

Lord,  lead  the  way  the  Saviour  went  ....  371 

Lord  of  all  being,  throned  afar 69 

Lord  of  all  power  and  might 464 

Lord  of  hosts,  to  Thee  we  raise 443 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 47 

Lord,  we  come  before  Thee  now 26 

Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise  Thee  .    .    .  247 


rSTDEX    OF    FIRST   T.T  4^ 

Love  Divine,  all  love  excelling f*J2 

I^owlv  and  solemn  be  .    .  '     lr_ 

c 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned  ,    ...  ^0 

Mid  evening  shadows  let  ns  all  be  .    .    .  "q- 

'MkI  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  c§ 

Millions  within  Thy  conrts  have  met              '  cd 

More  love  to  Thee,  O  Christ,    ...                  '  ->,- 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone.    ,.,,.,  ^i 

My  country, 'tis  of  thee t%H 

My  dear  Redeemer,   and   mv  Lord  .'.„'''"  J™ 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by 28i 

My  faith  looks  up  to  Thee  ,    .   .    .        .*,'"."  25o 

My  feet  are  worn  and  weary  with  the  !!!.""  2tS 

My  God,  and  Father,  while  I  stray  .                    '  ~02' 

My  (rod,  how  endless  is  Thy  love  .    „    .  ^qq 

My  God,  how  wonderful  Thou  art Ho 

My  God,  I  love  Thee:  not  because  .    .   .    .   .  241 

My  God,  my  Portion,  and  my  l^ove,    .    .  ~>- 


66  3 


My  God,  the  Spring  of  all  my  joys  . 

My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  Thy  right  .    .           '    '  ^~- 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less  .    .    .               '  %2 

Myjesus,  as  Thou  wilt  .        .    .                              '  \"- 

My  Jesus,  I  love  Thee,  I  know,  Thou!    \\\'  til 

My  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content  .  \u 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 201 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord  .  """',?: 

My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life  .    .    .        j               '  !Q6 

My  spirit  longs  for  Thee '  ~^t, 

My  spirit  on  Thv  care  ...                                    '  „  « 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee  .    ...  ,,, 

No.notdisparinglycomeltoThee  ! 221 

Now  God  be  with  us,  for  the  night  is  V- 

Now  that  the  sun  is  gleaming  .    .    .    .'    .'.'"'  ,8q 

Nowto  Heaven  our  prayer  ascending  .    .           .  307 

I  I  city  of  the  Lord,  begin  ....  gj 


41 S  INDEX   OF  FIRST  TJNES. 

B  VM  \ 

()  come  and  mourn  with  me  a  while 119 

()  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing 59 

O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth 256 

O  day  of  rest  and  gladness       44 

O'er  the  distant  mountains  breaking 5U-' 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 467 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God Mb 

O  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 35- 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 253 

{ )  for  the  death  of  those 4^s 

O  gift  of  gifts !    O  grace  of  faith 25? 

OGod  of  Bethel,  by  whose  hand 26S 

O  God,  our  God,  Thou   shinest  here 4/' 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past M 

0  God,  who  metest  in  Thy  hand 4S^ 

( )  happy  band  of  pilgrims 263 

()  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 4°5 

O  Jesus' Christ,  grow  Thou  in  me 245 

O  Tesus,  Lord  of  light  and  grace 3l 

O  Jesus,  sweet  the  tears  I  shed i'7 

O  Jesus,  Thou  art  standing l°& 

()  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh 5oS 

O  Lord,  how  happy  should  we  be 3T9 

0  Lord  of  heaven  and  earth  and  sea 373 

O  Lord,  when  we  the  path  retrace 108 

O  Love  divine,  how  sweet TJiou  art 255 

O  mother  dear,  Jerusalem 5°4 

O  now  I  see  the  crimson  wave 259 

O  Paradise!    O  Paradise 524 

O  praise  our  God  to-day  .    • 37e 

0  Shepherd  of  the  sheep •    -   5°^ 

O  sweet  and  blessed  country 5  — 

Othatthe  Lord's  salvation 4°3 

o  think  of  the  home  over  there  .    . 5!° 

OThou  that  hear'stthe  prayer  of  faith  •    •    ■    •    -'^ 

OThou  whose  own  vast  temple  stands 144 

ry  God  of  vcrv  God 

ire  Christ's 135 

I )  where  are  kings  and  empires  now  .    -    •    • 


INDEX    OF    FIRST   I/iNI>.  419 

SYM  N 

O  where  is  He  that  trod  the  sea 106 

O  where  shall   rest  be  found 198 

O  worship  the  King,  all  glorious  above  ....  2 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 466 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus 380 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 4S7 

One  there  is  above  all  others 417 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers 2S7 

Our  Lord   is  risen  from  the  dead 124 

Our  Lord,  who  knows  full  well 19 

Out  of  the  deep  I  call 199 

Out  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride  ....  279 


People  of  the  Living  God 408 

Praise,  my  soul,  the  King  of  Heaven 237 

Praise  the  Lord,  who  reigns  above 62 

Praise  the  Lord,  ye  heavens,  adore  Him  ...  5 

Praise  the  Rock  of  our  salvation 44  r 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 533 

Praise  to  God  who  reigns  above 8 

Praise  to  Thee,  Thou  great  Creator 7 

Pray,  without  ceasing,   pray 372 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 367 

Rejoice,  the  Lord  is  King 155 

Rejoice,  ye  pure  in  heart 302 

Rest  for  the  toiling   hand 489 

Return,  O  wanderer,   return 171 

Revive  Thy  work,  ()  Lord 383 

Ride  on,  ride  on  111  majesty 113 

Ring  the  bells  of  heaven 225 

Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 132 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 274 

Rise,  O  my  soul,  pursue  the  path 433 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me 213 

Safe  home,  safe  home  in  port 514 

Safely   through    another  week 49 


t2\  INDEX    (>F    FIRST    I.IXKS. 

iiui  v 

Saviour,  again  to  Thy  dear  name 42 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing 34 

Saviour,  happy  would  I  be 240 

Saviour,  teach  me,  day  by  day 366 

Saviour,  who  Thy  flock  artfeeding 39s 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within  .    .....  174 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stands  ,    .....  401 

See  the  Conqueror  mounts  in  Triumph  .    ...  126 

Servant  of  God,  well  done 499 

Shall  we  gather  at  the   river -    -  5°t> 

Shepherd  of  tender  youth 399 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing  ....  91 

Show  pity,  Lord,  OLord,  forgive 202 

Sing  them  over  again  to  me 229 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  our  Might 22 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands 9° 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord 270 

Sinners  Jesus  will  receive J92 

Sleep  thy  last  sleep 49 1 

So  let  our  lives  and  lips  express 379 

Softly  now   the  light  of  day  .    .    .    , 24 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 29~ 

Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise 472 

Soldiers,  who  arc  Christ's  below 29s 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 76 

Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise  ......  4^> 

Sovereign  of  Heaven  t  who  didst  prevail  .    .    .    .  130 

Sowing  in  the  morning,    sowing   seeds  ....  387 

Spirit  of  power  and  might,  behold 453 

Stand  up  and  bless  the  Lord 57 

Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand 3t)S 

Stand  up,  my    soul,  shake  off  thy    fears.    .    .    .  290 

Stand  up,  stand  np  for  Jesus 3°3 

Star  of  peace,  to  wanderers  weary P5 

Sun  of  my  soul,  Thou  Saviour  dear 32 

Surely  Christ  thy  griefs  hath  borne -:' I 

Sweet  feast  of  love  divine l?7 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord  . J<> 

t  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing  nh 


imu.x    OF    FIRST    UNES.  421 

1 1  v  M  N 

•    •         •      75 


Sweet  the  time,  exceeding  sweet 


Take  me,  O  my  Father,  take  me 204 

Take  my  heart,  O  Father,  take 418 

Take   my  life  and  let  it  be 406 

Take,  my  soul,   thy   full  salvation 315 

Take  up  thy  cross,   the   Saviour  said 310 

Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour 35 

Tell  nie  the  old,  old  story 226 

The  Church's  one   foundation 448 

The  day  of  resurrection 45 

The  God  of  harvest  praise 528 

The  great  Physician  now  is  near 179 

The  heavens  declare  Thy  glory,  Lord 157 

The  King  of  love  my  Shepherd  is 336 

The  Lord  is  King:  lift  up  thy  voice 329 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd;  no  want 339 

The  Lord  Jehovah   reigns 67 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 341 

The  Lord   on   high   ascends 129 

The  morning  light  is  breaking 456 

The  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod 447 

The  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined 85 

The  royal  banners  forward  go 114 

The  sands  of  time  are  sinking 494 

The  Saviour  calls,  let  evcrv   ear JS4 

The  Son  of  (rod  goes  forth  to  war 109 

The  winds  were  howling  o'er  the  deep  ....    107 

The    whole   world  was   lost  in  the 175 

The  world  is  very  evil 518 

There  are  angels  hovering  round 194 

There  is  a  blessed  home 523 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 218 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 515 

There  is  a  little,  lonely   fold 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 516 

There's  a  land  that  is  fairer  than  day 51] 

There's  a  wideness  in  God's  mercy 167 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love      ...     60 


422  INDEX    ()1;    FIRST    LINES. 

1 1  Y  M  N 

Thine  forever  !    God  of  love 4n9 

This  is  the  day  of  toil 2by 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave 49 2 

Thou  art  the  way  :  to  Tnee  alone 141 

Thou,  whose  almighty  Word 4D5 

Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on  ....    340 
Through  the  night  of  doubt  and  sorrow  ....    438 

Through  the  passing  of  the  week 25 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on 33 

Thy  life  was  given  for  me 4°3 

Thy  way,  not  mine,  O  Lord 3^1 

Till  He  come,  O  let  the  words 4*3 

Time  is  winging   us  away 275 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 29l 

'Tis  midnight,  and  on  Olivet  brow 11G 

'Tis  the  promise  of  God  full  salvation I77 

To  Canaan's  sacred  bound 26° 

To  Thy  pastures  fair  and  large 353 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls lS2 

Tossed  upon  life's  raging  billow 4s  1 

Trembling  before  Thine  awful  throne 236 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 49s 

Uplift  the  blood-red  banner 462 

Upward  where  the  stars  are  burning *37 

WE  are  on  our  journey  home 276 

We  give  Thee  but  Thine  own 374 

We  march,  we  march  to  victory 3°5 

We  praise  Thee,  O  God,  for  the  Son 3^ 

Welcome,  delightful  morn 4<> 

Welcome,  happy  morning i:y 

Welcome,  sweet   day  of  rest 55 

We're  traveling  home  to  heaven  above  .    .    •    •  190 

What  a  Friend  we  have  in  Jesus lhS 

What  .ire  these  in  bright  array 5J7 

What  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty  shone  .    ...  102 

shall  1  do  ivith  K  ms          J97 


JXM.X    OF   FIRST   1,1  NKS.  4 .'3 

1 1  Y  M  N 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 259 

W'iien  [  survey  the  wondrous  cross 115 

When  Israel  of  the  Lord  beloved 6b 

When  languor  and  disease   invade 48b 

When  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere 104 

When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see iji 

When  peace  like  a  river  attendeth 3J3 

When  shall  the  voice  of  singing 457 

When  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies.    ...  12 

W  hen  through   the  torn   sail 484 

Where  wilt  thou  put  thy   trust 342 

While  now  the  daylight  fills  the  sky 15 

While  o'er  the  deep  Thy  servants  sail 483 

While  shepherds  watch  their  flocks 83 

While  Thee  1  seek,  protecting  Power 338 

While  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 5-9 

Who  is  He  in  yonder  stall 93 

Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 173 

With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh 201 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud  ....  534 

Witness,  ye  men  and   angels,  now 402 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming 38J 

Workman  of  God,  O  lose  not  heart 369 


YE  servants  of  God 3 

Yield  not  t*>  temptation 

Your  harps,  ye  trembling  saints 


